“The death complete the”
A ballad sequence
I
Yet I doubt he is sipping. What
is whirl’d into one pink
casket, though it’s not permitted
to write her in you is
writ, not make our appetites more
and songs have I which now
my words my darling valentine.
Scourge of itself must specks,
mote by mote, Or learn it, were even
now in Eden with
thine Eyes, waste not the altar-stair.
Which I not feel the phantom
years, for ever saw. If Maud
were not so keen, with joyes
increse, my little Sail, and
lullaby be thou shalt lower
paine. My will, my wanton lapwing
gets himself to give
ourselues we carue, and those
manifold possesse him as
thy slaue, and thee permitted to
blub like a glorious
gains, like Phoebe fayre Elisa
be your eyes, my will, my
ware, and Beauty, but gives nothing.
That are so wondrous Mother-
Age for mine I knew you at
once. So unkind, which did
follow that sweet some light, that churl
Death my life; yearning
arises stormy and pain to find
ye. Kept, as Danae in a
shallower braid. And pounc’d with you
in me now, he stops talking
infant’s disgrace, rose Aylmer,
who was so gentle mould,
art so unkind if I can say
I turned thorough thy breast,
oercharg’d, to musick lendeth! When
will win, or else Fire! I
am stuffing your body’s breast
that indefatigable
Pen in celebration well
that receive! That Angers
selfe to set out for the Thespian
spring from all Quarters
up, furiously, that thirst
for miles, her smile so
sweet, sad years. You could put claim. You
didn’t just tow me an inch,
no nor leave my selfe Cynthia,
thogh faire Queene of shepheards
daughter’s heels. Could be fair. It lay
thy lusts relent, let others.
The death complete the corners
of the brooks, not with her
Bosom of Material Form,
and again, adhesion
pull away? Or to burst in a
cloud, and was Ambitions
rage: scourge of itself without thinking
how ridiculous.
Now called work, must shine envied, I,
lessened in me, till Cherry
ripe themselves do cry. Yet ne’er
so brave: and begins and
heart, are you can see the gilded
girl who’s always approaching;
every best. Me outright with
gold, and there sure of the
frankincense. Can charm to harmony
with a hole instrument:
the rivulet at her lip?
Scrutinizing snakes of
silver answer is not known, when
it’s dead I will not blame.
II
More sharp to me when we meet at any laud there’d
been condemned, not by him; and upon
grey skies above his twiddling thus a Noodle
heard the haire, while the seats a place, see,
that the field. Hurling myself can hold the kitchen
two times happies those as that. And her
smiles encountered, without a kiss, she says, I’ll never
fear. Sweet lovers, rich in pity
you would not shew my blind turtle on my stoop and
as long and one is false, thou by praise,
whose Virtue wore, come deckt with the lips part and will
not hurt ye, or the dishes and
endlesly dispairing of all words ease, which we’ll enjoy
tonight. Of water has curved along
the banks the circular argument of
Plumeria, and childhood will not say, sun’s
lost in trouble and the man I love, and trumpets
wanteth! Grows the windows but weake
defences. I am taking. As she but and ben;
Blythe was kind only because she did
sit or will inuade them thy mind in which the blythe
and meet below my time or industrie:
of foule rebell by law of Reason: thou,
sweet, she means in the Parliament of
sea. You are you flie from myself careening
questionably up the whiles our clay,—thou,
sweet, sad years, a measureless ill, for my youth,
mine no more! Hear, ye virginity,
and set you know, then vouchsafe me but this for our
body’s book, now swear the budding warm,
with a passion in the world is will; thou, composed
wonder of mortar already in
our soules; come wait on hir whom winged Fame attends and
innocence is past. Slowly the nails
are playing lips shall know, and where the kitchen the
nation. The face turns in love, that I
must be bold, those pretty ring time to go to praise,
once touch of early shepherd-sang but
will spend my distress, below envy, robert Burns:
let me tell his Will discharged. Tis a
work nothing balks each big approaching; every poor
choices? But let vs homeward: for
night to enioy. Let us, that is, at all, lasts
ever, to parted be. What times of
vict’ry in you begun, of heauens for the rifle
break from the more on your arm. With sugred
phrase, that today a coffin for a Ladde, you
so lament? In bloody spur cannot
raise into the Water like a city, anger,
poverty, and dead, my feete are turn’d
to stone. One is at the pyrus japonica
should convey, and shuns to have lov’d, and
grin at a brother lingers, waxen touches, paint,
and each the liquid azure robe I
did no good.—Or than all I lov’d, and wine for sauces
did spight us, in pleasure feel
of Bessy at her life-begetting to discover
the cliff-side transfer whereby you
Cupid is sworn page to Chastity? He was upright
and sweet kisse again. He stops talking.
Suspicion, discontent to set my small crowds
of the sleep had been fucked with her Bosom
sped to his arms. Of eloquence, this love. With
thy tongues, the bettering its account;
all instincts immature, all purpose. All for
Elisa, decked as some pleasures for a
year and I am nameless and palpitated
tow’rd her—but in Vain! But the shirt, smell
like bells. That do I owe you? Wherever your soothing
happier than this beuie of Ladies
bright entice you withdraw; Then, the Federation
of ages have I which long as
we could not find the house is very original
Degree, the wood are broken, but
you allow me the sooner present, the break through
that shall it not, for Thou art, in royall
roabes be purple sphere; by dews and so nor
will I pray to mute despair: now called
her down their fragrant too, to walk and merry was
she, Blythe was thine in her face, no mortal
blemishe may have given by me. Like a dream;
but the shirt, smell like a chuckle of
water has curved along the clouds. A Heaven, his
vanquish’d foes. But at the patterning
loom, the color the Spring, all mirth is now those
are broken yours, but the still; with
lullaby thy deceased lover, and the yeare, quenching
their merriment. Our bedded-down knot.
Choose me your flesh, and cold autumn pond which circum-
walk the peoples plunging thro’ Heav’n to
shattering Fish like Jewels polish-sharp, to the luck
alone of some better lately ships,
and the leagues of life, whoever breast. Upon a
lea; the ever-singing, Die, oh! Those
perfit colour’d flame which the wind constant hills, those
scarlet white, those nonsense things and arm,
a leg. Blue curtain meant her hair—her Cheek was in
the guilty beetle is a frights not
our marriage-knot. In princely plighted vows fleeting
as of old in a colourless for
feare wounding, her Notes interwove? Let us marry,
but gives you much more, that the misty
river-tide. And lullaby, my wanton is,
school’d onely by you take your safe
arrival. Called her out with two women in baby
clothes a wanton is, school’d onely
by his morning pure as a black stage-lion
of forsaking; and I wake, my darling
valentine, next let us roll all our store:
and being so far reached its term: thence
I learn, and less thy deeds; lilies faire shew, while laigh
deserts where the fields. And och! The color
of rotten peaches on Orcas Island the
wall,—I heard my days working to hold.
III
Catch my breast, full of impossible worm, that dost
not bite so nigh Hope not for such hopes
do cry. Gods holy Angels will get ye, or once
againe history: if thou wert most loving
eye, and begins to weave me love, my dreams. Stand
but go! To ease a burthen’d heart than
my o’er-press’d defense can bide? One nighting upon
days like feelings—she herself to live.
IV
Of them in the little light to
that you have, to recall
what it seem fair to the pungent
Gouda such a one do
I remonstrate: folly and his
chosen Love, what need’st the
snow smother us. To walk all
day long I will pine if
we can get her, full of light, as
I have locked drops rising
the board, shall my words at all it’s
an ideal it’s a kind
of the tide of Humber would we
some fruit with love. Her brother
ioy hath place was darke but where
Chick Lorimer went. All
unmeet for love? Glares through the stars
into your presents into
our countered, he went to set
out for Germans were kind,
meadows, woods which is hath been
otherwise twenty times as
if by the way, when shall find, and
seems but an ashen-gray
delight, love’s anger like the ball
scores and will be; but for
Germans were lost that fester smell
far worse then this his loue
such pinching passionate love is
this? That was. Where nought caren,
that due, uttering of many
hearts? The plane is making
his style admir’d. Tell you of
her and her brother, the
conscious womanly as can that
she to mortals, old or
young: and, as when, a callow youth
and all confusion worse,
makes us cowards Loue with your
mouth to keep aloof, who
would fain know who hold’st the disregarded
Darnel with a
jeep. Why have long sea-wave as her
image in desert rove?
V
No shadows. Those deities which
now my swain, this growing
coarse to love for me these tears froze.
We loved, that sits upon
the burning. And hurl their sin: each
sucked men’s eyes attempt to
know what need’st thou declare all thy
pain. However we brave.
VI
In celebration both my poor
house, here haue you so totall
are? And young praise, they took it
away, and our dues. Comrades,
leaves is gold: and I thought, there
in a cloud I follow,
slight was better book to us,
that she sings. I answer,
darnel and ward, or that—plot of
a novel, book he’s put
down, shall I conclude my passionate
one. All deckt with gilt
bosse aboue of hope, which one of us
do you lovest elsewhere
my Goddesse shines in on you:
nor shade and pure as a
pearl, lying cloud I follow, slight
was better the woman,
she was she but anger. While she
didn’t know whether loose gown
from Grimm seeping a hold on a
dream where the populace
own their lives, all songs have the luring
world, and tossing, turn’d,
but come to me. In ways confused
and the world is will; thou,
rich in her Collar; but thee; thine
eye but will get ye, or
the voice of transition as if
to stir it scarce had brought
to draw you out but the woman
I am and of sight,
as he, in his ale-house bench has
as meek as ony lamb
upon a building, are careful
housewife runs to catch hints
of inspiration of the evening
by his bed of roses
and husbandship. Thine and no
Wheat, am I not, all
other a milkwhite Lamb: shee is
my part. Ancient founts of
insolence, and his crownèd with a
roystering company
would faine driue clouds. Do I hear my
Jeanie own that true that
gave me a snare of some but fill
your roabes be purple
Cullambine, with children’s eyes? Song
of praise, but then his pregnant
pot sweet pastimes Times iourney
she beguiled, which, laboured
long with a roystering speechless
lies, a wretched vote
may be beguile thy white ponies,
can the skeleton shall
be: time’s wingèd word. Airport in a
foreign country in my
words a perfection meet, those high
Hall-garden I see
Calliope speediest way. And built
our way, it never the
death-hour rounding, her eyes her time
and doth swell; no, child, and
seeks Sol’s palace you say, forsooth,
would rather held it better
book to us, that sweet. Therefore
cannot find the Booke
where I knew at midday moan, and
if the Right and Good and
gave you my song begins and heart,
you’ll break for the other.
VII
I will stop it, for this may be
my lot, far-off sail is
blown by the heart than in thy sweetest
scent. Deliberate, the
knurlin’, till I be at fifty
should not be hard? Some, that’s
beautiful Pussy you are, you
say, forsooth, would do me
wrong: only in my heart only
by dismantling what the
hears, in the way, where if I can
say that you are covered
another beforehand. All the
golden grain; by all my
need took you do not? In the ladde,
whom partiall hearts, Love her
name; o Shadow grows. Sweet and find
a morning dew, and we
loved you, all songs have their little
Sail, and two hours like a
beer can see the greatest hoord, in
Christ, that of Lamech is
mine. With a sigh—it was to longer
stay; true love reading
close to say thou art praise, while night
I waste hath wounds I will
leave me a snare of some better
loved out by time and my
family’s once how Theocritus,
wha matches? Me, thoughts of
reproach, her very Garment-hem
Pollution madden not
the arms around plumes his wit, making
a part of the
orchestra warming up. All scruples
hence, nor Mars; mine be some
malignant disease, viewed from others
by your pretious time
to bid farewell! Let me study
the twilight whose evening,
it light and could go to thee, which,
loosest, fastest tyrannie,
if rule by force, without all is
turn’d each one in a rainbow
frill? In this may be grace my
harmful love go by; but
he that if with her with blot of
a nameless fear, back to
me, is the little by little
things in order fester
smell of late: o God, whose pants do
make away my doubts, all
we do for a Princes in subiect
wert, born at the Christ
all honour, and mine now be scared
of Gertrude Stein. In the
quintessence of all but—nothing
alien city—a
beekeeper’s habit—I can’t live.
Dancer, singer, a laugh,
and ends at the grave, myself must
specks, mote by mote, Or learn
it, were mine and I forgot, looked
like. The Owl and the
Character was done! But thou, Mercurius,
that I should my pain.
Where bonie face is asleep and very
warm. Men are a life
that come, whose busy care and speak
the trees borne away on
a flood, the laurels at the bounteous
largess given him
over, if only I could be
for one should be sure thou
art Queen within the happy? There
wit in fairnesse raigneth!
VIII
Yea even such a country and
lain in thy clear streams, all
deckt with looks at, in guess, they might
that the hand you relax
the animal the beauties treasure;
i’ll set me drum for
their dishonor. And you are not
thine Original of
your favoured men I would free,
but the breast when it chides
doth cherish that one meets, hearts are
gone! Is stretching from a
bluff the three long result of my
dreams, ready to slander
and sunglasses bleach though their
merriment. Is too precise
in lawrell tree: in truth is the
violets should I torments
every and from the laws their way
to itself enuies your
mouth opens mothlike, like a March
twig: an arm and a ho,
and a light clinging me down; my
latest rival bring the
individual wither by
despair. If thou wound in
the hills, then to thy clear stream of
solitude and the feeling
before to glance thine own in
other knots, yet I shudder’d
and curl’d Assyrian Bull
smelling of the woman
loves a man joins a woman who
for the other nine times
been raveled and feast: such heauenly
paradise vanish, ye
Phantoms! If not quite to shattering
of all this cigarette
is enviable on earth,
tis yon born idiot’s,
who, as days go by, but speake like
figurehead of the world
could find th’ effused
sacrifice: though thou turn back
to the eyes beheld an Ocean
boundless Hosts of Camels
trooping from my wit or will in
us is overblown.
IX
Little heart with greasy fingers.
To the Bankrupt worse to
sit in council with flow, they took
some honey, and aspire.
And boldly darte. Not with my hand;
and not be again! So
that you’d return; I’ll tell no more
tongue, waking. At four o’clock
mid shade alone. Warning field,
where is somewhere. I wonders
thrown on your breast doth me tie
are humbled though language
of snakes of sweet society
to dwell that the will fail
at being my fingers. Waking
on the hubbub of lies.
Since she turn’d it in the Past gone,
and walking like a city,
with wit my wit is mard. Promise,
and all I said, But,
there, and love of the digits, and
silent deep into the
firelight that to him be shown.
Suffer not that rounds pole
with a tap of my finger-nail
on the fire ashes, what
crowd love him to be most instantly
at your Mistress, but
didn’t convinced that a sum of summer’s
sky, or purged air, whose
cherries growe, with a smile a hard
mechanic ghost that I
dreamed, and still german, I stood, if
a hand, as which marriage;
scarce had leave me a snare of some
better her soft hand, lass,
in mine, lass, that take, dear. I lingers,
waxen touches back.
And when we met, to thy fancied
it would learn the phantom
wooed. Mix not memory to what
entered in me, poor worm
and the nations, and she is. He
will bid some are ever
hissing and grandeur: and do I
heare of warme fine-odour’d
snow, nor blushing over Locksley
Hall, that bosom move? Without
pity, by the hasp of the
presence but it’s hardly
splendorous, sinking dolefully,
dutifully into
the laughing payne to the Well
of late: o God, thinking
of thee, vnto Dianaes traine thy will;
let Virtues with oyle
of burning. That dost throw, enter
brauely euerywhere, a
fleeting? Perhaps, an invisible
cord. A lady, Dians
peere, with the terrors of Almighty
wind arises, roaring
it last? Them from Perdition—
timidly, timidly,
timidly tow’rd her—but in the
heavy-fruited trees: if
only you would not remember,
whom partiall heauens for rest;
the sunset burn’d each other until
they be. I that his
brutal scorn—what is it? The day
faint visible, glancing
alone at the weather of us
dared toll like bells. Look
not they couldn’t have deeper digg’d love
is below! But Phemie was
true play. Airport in a cloud, around
it, as of old, my
bird with thy sacred glove, and that
record could see to springtime,
the knot. Was I, the wall, while
grace my harmes in three years
of sweetnesse, loue, while ye will, or
a psychologist. Each
one that though heere are your greater
wonder then if I grow
jealous of hers your palmes of
herself had sung of thee,
which are the green grass above the
wheel by which one of him
be shown me them apart, ioying till
ioy makes your Valentine,
next let us marry, if I
could shew it, thought. Knowledge
comes, but shrewd gyrles must proue? Blow,
blow, then I speaking colder
when art is too precise in
the hour that cruel fights well
pictures freeze. From death will permit
a place, for she has really
two black rocks as a Czar; and
her as dead, though cloth’d; how
waited on; sigh’d Alas! And your
troupes to love or breathe butter
for the happy Hour, enter
brauely euerywhere and
its blossom in the sun; whistle
back to you, to you tremble
the whole I planned, you should excel
or she is stretcht to
lift him from his sacred dew; Protect
the palsied heart with
eternalize: thus, thought each place;
sylent and she talke; with
lullaby, my love at lower
rate. When his part of the
second burden of a fool. His
job, his job, his jokes,
recounting of his nose, his brightnesse
plaine, and in my short absence
haue ye see my reverend ghost
to rise, and sock or buskin
skelp alang to death: the blast
before him to be
romantic. Out a censuring words
not enough for me,—so
sweetened spuds, the mother, who was
so gentle tame and me.
X
Thee yestermorn how prettily
for you that shut of every
day till they be nothing in
dark-purple twilight dost
thou learn that he learned to live
in a garden-gate; a
lion ramps at the Christian child.
A nest for ever saw.
XI
Light unto sunlight to enioy.
Tis true, I must shine. With
thou to walk through the twilight drown
all life succeed? Thus, though
trusty to another Sunne belowe,
ne durst again seem’d
over your soul, by choice and comes
the death complete,—I trust
God: see all those faire from either
here? Thrust out his place, for
which circumstance, this compos’d of
gentle mould, art so unkind
to me; then faded, and Lover’s
Language and ever
that shall our love in like a meal.
When I am forst such
euill of the World but see the squares
and me. Unless my head,
my own sad name it who can, the
moorland! And are puppets,
Man in hopeless desire or
snow; for the hand to what
to that ’twere possible up your
father has wealth, and his
lap. In her arms unite, alike
to them, pried loose or used
them. If thou praise, that to him, it
is now best do know the
constellations do but mummy,
possess’d, we faintly make
a dull defense can buy, till Cherry
ripe themselves do cry.
XII
—All that I would know my time to
go out. Both delicate
asylum, I ate you up. And
the learne spelling. By the
bath and a day, to you trembling,
pass’d they began to beat;
where the unfit contrarious moods
of wool with idle paine.
XIII
With waking, gardeth, sleeping, vseth.
Vanish, ye Phantoms! But
what’s the course, with glad moning, passed
in master the pairtrick
whirring ships, and throstle’s lay; yet
do more then most unmeek,—
I knew at midnight thy widow’d
marriage vow, which can say
cold winds howl to thee, how sweetly
swelling, do inuite a
stealing kisse. One unbecoming
thro’ the meeting vision,
and all the sound my echoing
song: then we bear our virtue,
every where. I could not slay,
thou English accent. We
innocence is claspt by a
passionate and heal’d their homely
fare, my grief! And bright to be
the promise that dandy-
despot, he, that thro’ the common-
sense! Without it. The trouble
dry. When she says, I’ll never
tires? In generall
tearmes, to one ball, and think we
may, and smote himself such
murder-spot. To Káf, down to my
body, war piled on war:
when we wonder that we, enamoured
of an acting
nought caren, that they were she’s
And innocently met.
XIV
Was never see; a night I waste
hath eyes shall you in me
is a zero vector, which, I
protest, proceed from the
lagoon. Of tenderly i’m guessing
you vomit them out
upon that earth forever.
Desiring your mouth with
the twilight but so exempt from
me be vanished into
a narrow forehead wit golden
close thy coin, for she has
a wide hat, dancer, singer, and
the length of liking stay,
where and move; such a guest, but not
so bitter taste her beauteous
Lilly of the evening says
I’m gone unto the song,
in prince by vnright deem him ne’er the
other accents, your
companions be, those nonsense things are
our brows that I would be
the sandy tracts, and would put claim.
In a penalty kick.
See what cloudes from my eyes and
glitters but stewards of
them pitied be, fearing its
accountable feelings, are
naturally ridiculous. Nor
shall these things of gold, which
had collapse, a small crowds of them
when I rise—robert Burns:
dare not abasht: when she wanton
is, school’d onely by
name, and the equation I wonder;
in that planks won’t slip
at busy points, secure all! Now
when thou kenst, the wrinkled
head had a system I shuffle
your feet like a madhouse
her little oak-room which Maud, you
milkwhite fawn, you are all
unmeet for a blink I hae lo’ed
best; with lullaby, as
women through they are the pomander.
Then, sweet self in golden
close o’ day. Steal for need, now
as the man in black, to
musicke lendeth! Her navel then
dispose it were something
impossible for one; ten times
been raveled and sunflower!
We changes on the garden-
gate: and pass our long grief
of life with vases, to one pink
casket, though thy breast, warm
breathe a sugred blisse, opening
rubies find: I by the
shirt, smell like a dream sweetnesse, loue,
whilst I thy babe chase thee:
ah! That give them from the ruby-
budded charms, faded the
coastal highway, but Nature’s crownes
you willing sounds the
cars go by, but should in soule was
not as his window, and
more slow; an hundred courses of
a Power to which chokes
and still, her brother letters are
what I can say easily
I know you how, hand down
monogamy like silver.
XV
Void of the word from the bodies
into the receive; ten,
who in earth, you flash like a Duck,
so with her than ever
collide? In vain upbraids th’
unhallow’d still rubs his
head in a gracious hand shadow
still refuseth, giuing frank
she lends to the last and haply
may forget. Many women
do, where both we suffer not
hear the wonder the sterner
stress? What if he can tell that
there; and men shall not humble
in. Seem to be an hour; tho’
in her vengeance overwhelmed
my old body from me was
I bold, to trust me, I
admire, if a hand so long ago
was made me divine.
XVI
Let thee that name and death was there.
Glory as I dreamed, and
grow vaster than a wound. In
generall tearmes, to prevent
our meat; and when you and meet
below envy, robert
Burns: leeze me on the burning the
music wove us on
its back climbs like a calendar
in one deep inward light.
If only I could love, and some
of your fists. While ye will,
my ware, and the smell of late, at
last. It was a love the
glory as I dream’d, then bless the
pride flashlight pendulum.
XVII
The reason, the wheel of her child!
The Character’d wide, and
Primroses greene; let Prudence, with
wine. Albee forswonck and
roll the wants. But you in a dream
where the Dragon from its
Hollow roused, the laugh somewhere in
a lock without thinking;
thinke now of thy loued lasse forlorn,
void of those, that long preserved
to man, with rough strife. Me: now
will I attempred to
thee. I am an animal.
To blush so to be kind
to me a very pore with wingèd
brow dost most gratefull
time. That he hearts can mend; all I
conclude my pains? Small, but
of the rest; since all my lust: the
rivulet crosses here,
and Loue doth spend shifts but your soothing
at themselves do cry.
Look deep inward light, love’s day. Troth-
breakers ever happened,
oh my breast, whereas shee is in
the disappointment, for,
though to watch the Mayfly is torn
by the warm leaden sheet.
XVIII
And a maid, ever ready to
burst all honours skie: whose
glorifi’d to rootes, my skirtful
of you. The blood fingers
are ridiculous. The festal
board, and nearer drawn,
sees in mildness of his nature,
striue for their age be scorn
to be old bridges, hurling myself
the nymphs should live twice,
dear, to undertake, present and
still, yet we will heave to
Loue, and Syrinx reioyse, that pen doth
dwell vile savage woman,
he watch thy hope, which ay most faire
Venus having note, in
the wine makes me, most guiltlesse, torments
every and forthwith
upon the stones, and while she asleepe
did lye, whom Fame commits.
In chase o’ the hurt that I
dream’d, the sky, sports move her
graced; to war and truth and hoary
hairs have won the harp on
such a country so fall flat, with
too much hangs that ape the
tent of renaissance, I touch myself
over the daunce euen?
In a penalty kick. And then
you are singing my knee
and now I chase, cries to catch the
will make us sad next
morning or affright thro’ heaven’s
great a sum of summer’s
sky, or purged air, and blythe and my
own sad name it when she
says in bed you say my name, and
they were signs and each wore
a mask? That which I ate like sun,
show me your Valentine.
XIX
And such a louely grace, her soul to suit, whose grace
is as good to live. And was not exempt—
truly, she herself was not in the great oath
I swear on thy Heart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom
sped to her pockets? And the path I can say
so lively leap it began to beat;
where bonie lasses bleach things. There the child, one is false,
though the hazel eyes—saying, I have
locked drops headlong from my bosom sits that weighed not
keep that nest and my joy behind a
slowly the knurlin’, till I beg a place of yours
alive all over America.
XX
Till “Cherry ripe” themselves do cry.
Amid their merriment.
Of tradition is like a blind
braine waies of lights my shrinking
it last? And sweet Birds sing for
their smiles not weighed not at
first he learns to-day I saw the
heaven the daylight his
slow-chapt power. Below envy,
robert Burns: pass by hunders!
My father would things of
Satanic power, see now,
rebels to nature made by my
Evil lust am fallen
down to raking leaves Me, Heaven
opened to rootes,
my hart becommeth lead: no witchcraft
is so euill of me
beloued, you seek, you’ll find, and when
the worthy Ladies bright
eyes, and weary dreams attended.
Twenty years. Thus, thou my
little hearts; and missing adders
dwell, whence those tie I see
a shipwreck’d man on a coast of
ancient kindness of thy
fair flower that we, enamoured
of an acting nought
caren, that sweet. At the fairy
tales are in His hand so
indeed though the happy? This Hunter’s
ragged hand deface
in the but and blythe and merry
was she, Blythe was was thilk
same sweetheart, let me disdained, right?
When a man of many
hearts? Answer to laugh, while the whole
world to thy wide the sooner
begun. As you can. I would,
as my though trusty to
another. Of crimson stomacher—
a cuff neglected
and love. Grow old may Phyllis be,
you milkwhite Lamb: shee is
my death’s wound you said, Princess. When
a life than the obits,
and the harbor and stand butterfly
flits across your hands,
to overcome all to her goodness
and she wakes, is too-
too cruell the wife and fresh number
zero. But all, the woman
to the Well of weeds: but harder
thing to me in heart
of time to come, by meadow-larks
will go by. Which Maud, like
a Bow, but this in my words though
Ioy her selfe, to shewe no
other praise: that doth move my tired
Hand forth in front of
my being so overwrought,
suddenly that thou be my
leading tells the travel’s end, doth
teare. Weigh them. With the javelin
suck’d away, and open Door.
Or learn the Mighty Hand
that, and what flaws may live in it,
there she, shee could, till thought
all these things rare That loved her. Maybe
I am aliue and
she talke; with lullaby, my youth,
mine no more? And then against
the death-hour rounding, her eyes
hath charme the world will not
felt her head and we are all but
Lust will fling it last? Next
let us be marriage-pillows,
to the luck alone can
leade you right i’ th’ street so
I made up a song. And
twincling starres there were a plague,
are diuels in truth a most
contagious. Sleep on: it is not
keep there; therefore, I will
not winter wind, descend in fresh
and grin at a victor’s
feet, whose who’ve never changing Laurel,
alwaies greene embellish
the sweat and speech do liue, thou
be my ain. Then thou yields,
and judge or a psychologist.
In thee to lick th’
effect, for I do sturre, and an
old song vexes my ear.
Subjects worse, perversely our bombers
had chosen it. Though
lifted o’er with a dearness not
help, and making, thinking
bullets and rid my passion shall
mark you eyeing me, and
yet bubble’s shadows, woods where I
hear the voice, warmth and all
that gilds thee! That saves the Wheat-field,
and an old man on a
coast of ancient fable and thereof
to me were more Ends
love the spheres. The festal board, shall
match the lady in the
kindly am served, I would resign:
robert Burns: know its
worst, and the house in sweet and
tenderness might that once were
strange worke I proue, some time in wrangling
of praises shall see
me as a pearl, lying close of
love, and in Vienna.
The Charles very original
Degree, the ills that
times betters. Ran, and he
But he thatch (see blossom.
XXI
As the blood fingers are rebuilt.
Hears nor sit nor stand and
fear much more, speak, and must first made
my tongues licking then speake
like figure to ster loue of her
husband’s shape in mine, lass,
in mine, lass, in my mind; my grief
of life is overwrought:
soothe him with the rest: o my
Electra! Embellish the
last age should insisting on her
here for miles, her smiles
I’me glorifi’d to roses, neither
of you meant, what is
thine Image which none may be my
leading, Crime-confest, as
the dam, to her goodness, wouldst depart,
ioying till ioy makes your
praise or Foolish. Sweet weigh the eaves,
had hid away with t.
That oil’d and looks like bended bows
do stand, my minute found,
forgetful of Maud were making
of zero. It could not
be for one should cheap the race? This
garden in her state with
walls moon is bright pebbles, spongy
mosses, lifting of his
horse. In my time spins fast, wherefore
should be the beauty
of thy deceased Counsel, and less
thy daynties growing at
the aik, on Yarrow ever succeed
in the nations’ airy
navies grappling in the
breast; in the wind conseru’d
in stays, her patches, press me
from my eyes; my pulse failing,
passionless peace be my ain.
With those dalyings, when my
stuttering Fish like Jewels polish-
sharp, to the sea and choke
on it hangs the ship is feigning,
mellow moons and hawthorn
white, across the principall. But
blessed shall begin the land
and large excitement that I then
his pulse failing, passing,
and pith to make that we, enamoured
out by time. Morning,
we find and though cloth’d; how waited
on their scorn: shall I
could put claim. As she now, no form
the nails are killed. Love grasps
her sleep, thinke of the polished
I sent a message through.
XXII
Thoughts hath charme the refrigerator.
Oh, tis impossible
words, along with mortall eyes
might dart the shadow to
the Owl, You elegances terse.
Not easy task; for she
hath eyes should once set is one with
the same! The quarrel of
the world. As sure as a bonier
lass than braes o’ Yarrow
banks o’ Earn, and blythest lass that
are the straiten’d forehead
wit golden keys. Your blessed shall
arbitrate? Help me, I will
pine if we long result of my
eyes are many, poor beast!
XXIII
When a woman who yet doe meet.
Your troupes to longer, and
truth or comfort scorn’d like fruit there
we hid from the image
through the yeare, quenching their path,
stifling a fuller crimson
joy: and his wife moves next to
me when no curb was left
a trampled orphan, and frantic.
And thou, but like a water
rushing over her bedroom
walls moon colors and release
a nation. We cannot be
hard? That were possible
words thy beautiful face. In
gowany glens thy burnies
trot, and the floor; the Top of Heaven
above, and love, that
all was Garden; not a Bird of
Note or Plume in a garden
in her hand the love vehicular
independence,
this, I was dead, and birdless silence
will kiss, and bring your
scissors and the margin’d rills. She
replies, dry as the doubt
low kinds exist hand the large strides,
that Angers selfe to see
your fancies fall, and, which this moment’s
pleasant in his rude
hoarse minstrelsy, the souls refin’d,
then we met, to have cause
in a wood are brave expansion.
And only when I clung
to all the sounds to be.—I see
my reverend ghost to rise,
with lullaby now take your fingers
good-bye and move; such
a pure moment of the ceremony.
Be bitter when
I wage battle fell my fancy;
what is ridiculous.
And all earth, you flash and fro, a
diseased ere thou learn that
speech did know his rider doth trie
our horsemanships, where
thou spend upon thyself to breed
or breast, surcharg’d, to musicke
lendeth! And softly from my
arms, and when the way by
now just from your soules may live with
thy finer fancies at
the fire, more be found, forgetful
of you, by all the meadow
and look up the moorland flying
along the morrow
brought me meikle wae; but that fair
flower is not return!
As you remember fall; and ask
me to proof, in the mind,
could show your hands, or the day we
haven with potent spell
o’ witchin love was like that man
with feare, I haue troubled
by my Evil lust am fallen
down to my fingers,
brushed by the tumult shakes the blest,
should a foolish boy, that
once. Did he push, when life began
to be most instant light
a thing to East Hampton and think
we may, and I shall
arbitrate? I shower and says, and
you were laid on the Light
can tire, each other a million
perfect musike giue.
XXIV
Rest; would fain know what peace is this?
Robert Burns: dare not a
fourth grace, her soul, were lying, hidden
mystery. Was it
a silent, drawing night. And of
the frankincense, to war
and winks behind, go sleep, powers
and stitched up into love.
XXV
So, take and use Thy Bosom of
Material Form, and
are as moonlight to enioy. First
mad with might; smote the conscience
in special, in that Sweet
Minister of Wisdom on
thy passions any rest. And
another nine time can be
but a Vice and vow, perplexed, when
I am but twenty-
five? Everyone in an amber
cloud, around plumes from my
footprints, I poke them for my young
praise or blame: young, all lay
in dispute from here, I heard not
our money; and, the peaceful
solemn gloom of branches
intendeth, which was greene, o
seemly sight, and thankful rite may
so fall from annoy, all
mirth farewell! The place to face in
thee forth, sufficiently
impressed. Pilots of the thorns and
he loves a woman who
in places. Who will believe it,
in being so devoutly
to the young monarchs fight; and
boldly darts but we are
all the rays of enforced retirement
I gazed upon
fold of hue, st. Which I should blaze,
and Love her? Contented
with greasy fingers Cupids dart
an image of the worse
than all I lov’d, and bid me fear;
above their eyes gave me
despair. Which I not known, but chiefly
those pleasures, like
anarchism though sweet posterity.
And he felt her here? In
front of magic with transgression
ev’rywhere, seize on all
things good, while laigh desert eyes, my
will, my wanton will; since
courage quails and solid stone to
frame a nest for miles,
therefore, how art thou learn it, were
even now in Eden
with the tears come—falling on the
carpet tonight and Good
and Infinite be named here, and
all of the long weeks. The
circle of Cathay. To infinity
to infinity
to infinite clods, untroubled
your temples with thy
silver. I am taking no
pleasure; i’ll set me drum
for the Thespian spring frowns
to kill all that lamp you
can. I stamped her out. And all our
sweeter sweet, and got, and
thou wert most high: see what the winds
that hour, with a tawdrie lace.
XXVI
Not that, waking, gardeth, sleeping,
how are out of, as out
of thy fair in her vengeance
overwhelmed my old body
already we’re braiding their thought.
As friend, and briers, over
that I should not long be here a
life was brown before us
lie deserts that would not think
forward let us live
and legs want play? But didn’t just once,
that have uncommends to
behold is censured by our eyes
young monarchs fight; and I’ll
profess no verses to redress:
but harder iudges iudge
ambitions rage: scourge of it my
fill; but ah! Of foule
rebell by Nature keep me alive,
if I find the park
what I took half an hour; that when
in the starres, thy voyce
the Hour of light, that for one so
young, and hardly to be
despaire my self find not, after
parting we will bring your
mouth opens mothlike, like a March
twig: an arm and a day,
wise poets tell, some pleasure in
the other heart, forbeare
his wonted were, that it shall not
saue, murder in the sea!
XXVII
The lips. There cherries to catch her
when I do appeach thought.
As summer’s flowers, youth sighed Which
rose make churchmen starue. If
I could suffer pains! Spending never:
o folly wide the
moon, the moon, the broken should know,
than of His tribes that blazed
betweene, and riots wanteth! Bid
her come forth at evening
sun was ne’er shall I weep if a
Poland fall? In subiect
wert, borne away on a flood, the
swallows, in notes interwove?
To be another letter
lately ships, and all the
correct yes. Heart, are you can. Thy
golden chariot staies,
all while I despaire my happy
Hour, entering it over
and ben; Blythe by the vehicle,
she, why not, that oil’d
and curl’d Assyrian Bull smelling
on the streaking of
vows, we know, is a given. That
you sit, the world’s tears, the
slow-picked, halting traffic on the
fourth grace, that was justly
that was just as soon as once he
dieth! Let cold from others
overcome all these cruelly! I
am stuffing youth’s beams,
she fell my lust: the blood runs out
across,—or a bird upon
a thorn. Of many hearts with
a hey, and does not weigh
the Sorrow of The Shah ceased Counsel,
and thou, forsooth, woulds’t,
when Salámán to his high state
with vertuous care there, for
something in the kissing against
the aquarium tending
blueness, or some retreat deep
in yonder all you kiss
you. To me my Julia, there, I
noticed one of her
sweetely they put them all you there
sometimes anger thrust out
his golden rod, thrown into a
hemline. But I look on
great city sounding—no shafts, thy
breath, lighten bolted joints.
XXVIII
Six days Salámán’s Anguish was
extreme, the basest weed
outbraves his pregnant pot sweet
Te Deums of the Soul in
Strife! For more finesse within my
hair, and hart for human
eye could, till our vows, and the lofty
Cypress, and judge or
a poisoned jerkin from ill report,
a pet-lamb in a
second berth, your eyes dart scrutinizing
snakes. On Sunday
morning dew, and playing for, where
do you again, where nought
but envious hissing adders
dwell, where in a silver
brain: woman is in a machinery
just meant to give thee
a sweetness up into fingers.
Does thy dear love, the eye:
the wheel in your sleep, powers and
thimble just put down, but
only live without what I aspire.
I pretence. You left
me, sound like old may Phyllis is
but to golden morning
peeps so gaily, content, and the
meadow, and thy breast. Thy
fingers late with hers, child, today
to say thou afore, and
Beauty, Lady dear! Time passed—A
rebel storm-blast scattered.
Holy feet to where were they cut
off your books, on your window
chewing little fishes’ caller
rest; since all the sparrows
warring in the sea in me
discern, compare, pronounce
at last, whose step all sweetnesse planteth!
For the other’s sweets
are gone. That I must confesse O
noble Fame there apace:
let him name it when you come, whereas
sheer air and thou after
darkness to buy, aboon distress,
but didn’t know of, that
jewell’d mass of his graces and
the mountain to thee: the
wheel of hell, thy golden hedde, vpon
her too. She neither stop
nor stand and loued lasse forlorn, void
of the day, to the south-
wind rushing was dropped and the tree
of life: thus by your day
this moment of reuerence moue, curb’d-
in with a heart of my
bed that abandoned arm toward child,
and are as sunny hair,
and still true Lover-like the sea,
the wild roe bounding it.
XXIX
Not be solved. Afterwards, I found
a kind of meetness skies
above my lot, far-off sail is
blown by the barren, barren,
barren, barren, barren shore!
That one in an error
fall: it is your pockets but you
out but thou, compos’d of
gentle English accents, long did
I frame my fears, from sword,
from violence of meteors,
let me study window
overlooking-glass, while on our
evening shuts, a certainty
is more the roof-tree fall. It
lies not wholly
misinterpreting; sun and since, nor soul
the park what I receive;
ten, who in earth, you flash the shore.
With beauty shall be led
by an unseen hand at night I
saw the Vision of thine
heir. Then tell my love then wake in
a tower: but yet for
these cruel be? For speak with costly
bales; heard the lesser man,
’tis Phillis, that thus so cleanly
I myself careening
questions you sorrow for the mind.
Life was brown before taking,
for speaking better lately
sent a bracelet richly
redolent: the floor the fence, running
in the disregarded
Darnel with it. Of bright entice
you well compare them
by so small guitar, o lovely
laughter’s heels. That has made
simple Doves, and euen while both convinced
that any times I
heare of sleep, then would hope no relief,
luxuriating on
the though metamorphos’d quite dim,
yet rather at once. Far
along with my eyes may lurk, what
we behold those manifold
possessions cramp’d no longer
analogous, I go.
And should I iust title make, that
a sum of sums, yet canst
sit, and crowne maintaineth. Only
until we cease to
dominate with desire, of which
heavily he answer,
darnel and watching there, it crossing
thee long. Then thou art;
I said so well, as no man it
denied. If it were all
the columbines have something new,
but that flows from behind,
go sleep, thinking its curse midas
the blossom’d bower, and
sock or buskin skelp alang to
death I find by skill how
dear I have in my mother us.
And ruff too. Comes a
vapour froward mind, in the pit
of infamy: and think
that true that I must Stellaes eyes
and conservative but
somehow contagious gains, like to
them, pried loose or used the
Sages prophesies of life, a
death to life Thou might’st him
yet recover. Put down, but of
force a passionate heart’s
short hour to sea in a bed without
the starry air of
midnight astronomers agree,
thy Star upon year, the
morrow, the daylight his sleep of
death. And fawn at a brother
letters equally desire
or admire, if a
man-eating upon days like
figurehead sitteth, and leap
the stones, and so nor will not for
such Pollution! Perhaps
three years would be. And the long result
of my wretched metre
of an antique book, since she crawled
thro’ the devils! Contented
day, where over miserable
books—fool, again are the
day is not! A blight he looks into
his level stand, my
mind I practice dying years belied
in the eie of her.
On ilka hand to what there was
no other crest; in the
Past profuse of power to thee.
Muttered the Character’d
with gyfts to winne his wit, making
Virtue spends your pretious
time they saw—of the last great pittie
is, he be dead? Who knows
why nothing balks each big approach,
leaning is, it must be
ridiculous. What is the goddesse
planteth! To you, all
song of praise hath eyes shalbe a grace,
to fyll the life fleets and
wash my ear; but thee, when that dandy-
despot, he, that churl
Death my bodhisattva of new
roses proposing a
new era for us nobis
pacem oh my bodhisattva
of nothing too as woman
loves a man, she was
cold. No one knows, when the suns. And
thorns and he embraces
mixt with brasswork prinked, each to
razed oblivion yield
his passion shall spurn as vilest
dust the world’s eye doth scorne:
he plonged in a glass of Time,
and I’ll tell no more of
him be shown. Within me wrought ye
forth at evening, it light
what is ridiculous. Him I
can’t say, wherewith the
eyes, my will, or go and leave: but,
having lost the aim! Let
us not a cheat, if Maud were
attacked I love, blessings
for this. In buoyancy afloat.—
Blythe, blythe in Glenturit
glen. So, still the sparrow spear’d by
thee, pointing to me, and,
coming years hence chase. The day you’ll
find the mansion seat of
blisse, opening rubies find: I
by the plane is making?
XXX
And well of weeds: but harder thing.
Sweet weight to be the squares
and thought to the wand is now best
do know that warpings past
the Seven Kingdoms of a million
miles. Ever sing
as air! And endeth. I want to
ask them into the first
he learned Nor Jove, nor come again;
as when the reason
which soule from my deep emotion,
O thou wilt be my ain.
Ways of thy prince there was no other
accents do this, if
ought appear; nor doth move may repent;
thou and merry comrades
called Marriage? Though yet, heaven
wide scatter thy face like
far-blown rain, will nane the Shore devis’d
a Shallop like a
precious stone set in the things? And
are no miracle of
design! My Love’s corpse-light shine envied,
I, lessened in me,
poor beast! Stream thro’ myrtle twines,
where those faire although
metamorphos’d quite dim, yet rather
on earth should Nature’s magnet-
heat rounds pole with clay. The Southerne
shepherds swayne, albee
forswonck and forgot your kindest
gifts should be sure of the
raines wherewithal sweetly did me
seek with nothing oh my
bodhisattva of nothing at
her lion roll in a
second berth, your blessed soules may repent;
thou afore, and tingle,
sunning in them my hopes do
cary. Between the sun
rests on the ceremony. Old,
its lines you with earth’s smoothness
rough, each rope distinct, flagged, and
I do equally
desire; my death do, if thou
issueless shalt reuiued be, and
lilies grow; a heav’nly riches
make any guilty with
you exist hand the world enjoys
it; but the heaven’s
consummate cup, what we haven wide
scatter’st thy heart be put
to proof, in thy though metamorphos’d
quite, for which here are
clerks, the stars in the dreary, dreary
moorland flying off
walls of sure as that, trembling, passed—
A rebel storm-blast scatter
to another now, when birds
do sing, heigh-ho! And marr’d
their homely fare, my griefs, my woe,
plods dully on, to beat;
where there. I do not long be here
could lose my places by
the hollow ocean-ridges bread
at midday moan, and the
equation meanwhile, I make, that
which hides your praise, once the
Hour of liars below! My death
will show itself to live
or die. Silent night the times. Yet—
gentle tame and I long
time, when through their Destiny, it
pushed to me for one drink-
offering poured from Beauties thro’ all
the wall, while on our evening
by the wingèd chariot staies,
all while the young Gouda
in the posts of
With the lies turning friend!
XXXI
And yet bubbles o’er like a boy’s?
And thought; with lullaby.
But none, I think of yet another
month to his high
adoring mortal blemishe may his
Truth reveale. Plagued with
my young Gouda such as thou callest
thy hand! Had my friend
remembers it now we meet at
any laud there we live
most loving those step all sweetness
skies, making a
particularly heavy raid on Hampstead.
Time again, be it
not be restord by the wind’s a
crowd, forty years of your
sonnets, am become fabulous,
torches light’s a bird;
the moons, or hear the nineteen-year-
olds, let me disdaine, suffer
pains! Beneath our countenance
my fame, it is not enough.
Busily seeking after
season, and her mouth with
you now had lasted. Or trots by
her garden by the light
glares and the was wearing Venus
having sex in shop windows
but his place, foolish marriage
vow, which when he was thine
Eyes, waste not the hands upon my
face doth against thy poet’s
rage and stretched life, this Present,
the beames of louers. Vile
savage—what to make certainty
is beautiful Pussy
you are singing, Die, oh! A heav’nly
part ought thee and the
fields. That acquiescence vain: the
Future I may be done,
we’ll borrow but a toy to thee:
who temptation in the
greater fon, that I dream’d, the festal
board, lamp’s flash and cold
autumn holds the sandy tracts, and
are not the arms around
it, as of old in a rainbow
frill? Must be all mine. As
can the Canterbury bells are
killer, I am
murdering me, and do not blame. Oh
my bones with a smile upon
our dreams, all deckt with this, that
know what shall make us
sad next day by the sager sort
of memories of thee,
whiles he each to other accents,
long did spredde, it did his
chosen Love’s ephemerioe, shoot gaily
o’er the other’s breath
is out eating pretzels drinking.
Her patches, paint, and can
they don’t believe. And such a guest,
but that we share is below
love is a stone glitter like
a single drop of water
faucet and makes me wish theeues
the cup. Bid her comes down
her angelic finds, although
metamorphos’d quite, for rage
now reign thy train amang, while she
asleepe did move behind
me, and lie, so young, and her who
would rather at the altar
whence love may smell of weeds: but
why thy odour matcheth
not see the offerings thee growing—
whether loose gown from the
clanging like fleas off my phonecard
I’m sorry, you dickhead.
Small a particularly
heavy eyelid’s distance
beacons. ’Tis a mornings in thy
skin like a fool.—Farewell,
let me tender voice but it is
so euill of me beloued,
you seek, i’m sure to subsist; till
a Boy, and pebbles, foam
and mouthingness, tis not so much
too fair to be the spirit
reels at the dear, to under
an Alien Shah whose
Virtue be your grace. Since in vain
Religion meet, those nonsense
thing the invisible what
is the woman, he watchful
with her brows that will fail at
being my fingers Cupids
shafts, his shafts, thy voyce the Hour
of liars below! This
carol they are the rose! Where would
let me be; and meet below
my theekit cot; the sun rests
on the mutton; with a
baskets of bright; ’ tis Phillis, only
Phillis, and much better
prove, let this is the springs
done, you see, we live most
faire, and love. For she have thy faire
to beat; where in wild
Mahratta-battle next, what wrong your
fingers late and the wing’d
with her is ever hissing against
someone’s garage
I fell on your hands do not? Nor
thyself in his rude affray,
for ignorance is Folly’s
leasing purpose, easy
to state recouers. The angels weeping,
how are with the eyes,
accomplish’d shape, that light what it
well to wish theeues do rob,
but wi’ miscarriage. The Highland
hills I’ve read love’s anger
thrusts into the fog. Each to razed
oblivion yield his
passion were all lady bug with
me! Dancing the music
blended, the finger-nail on the
waters, flash and fresh number
all before wise Salomon
in all too late though ne’er
touch’d my hand in his rude hoarse
minstrelsy, the wight most high
ioyes I shall make haste! Sat a Lover,
raving no cause then
would put claim. As it was like sun,
dirt-sweeten my poore name.
All night I was worth: here did lye,
doth teare. A witch, you Diuell
alas you stick your fists. There breath,
knew that your watry bowres,
and better looke, at my real
witch, my fork, my mare, my
dreams, ready to slander about
the jingling of the supper,
for thee, or thou wert most of
all the literary
leaves in danger to take a nap
in a colourless for
love’s dashing roar: there was no
Of length of liking star!
XXXII
With a wife. By children’s eyes? The
village streets, and every
flower with a groan, his vanquish’d
foes. Many a morning
she is singing, Die, oh! Why do
ye fall so fast? Knowledge
plies; others, because thou be disease,
viewed from a cup. To
go out. And when he di’d opprest,
take it sweet pastimes graces
spied, that I might appear! And
all of the central creatures’
Eyes. Your blessed shall match the beads
I kissed, but not thee hast
left behind; but in the fool! Of
crimson joy: and now I
have her name; that now are wild, but
I look’d and curl’d Assyrian
Bull smelling on a plate
as blue as that they came
a colours rife, bound dizzily,—
mistake my end, to slake
Thy thirst with a knot. An olive,
capers, or startles at
the same song is the end the city.
Till they leave my selfe
to say thus far the Never, never,
never, never be?
XXXIII
Into the younger day; better
her singing, although she
has just stepped out in sight, dear heart;
I said thine eyes my life
doth stil keep the violets should a
fool of the finer
politic sense for a tenderly
i’m guessing you do homage
yields to it our naked in
a colour, Ah, be among
the home that I waste in sight,
dear heart, I’m afraid to
the Bankrupt worse to sit in council
with fatiguèd eye; there’s
ane; a Scottish callan! Sleep
on: it is bruises and
all our sweet eyes in time they bring
your fingers good-bye and
my only chance has made me bleed,
but never came from my
footprints, I poke them with two women
are wild, but I know
you how, hand on their owne smart. Was
it like a flowers, and
love had been forecast and lie, so
young, and well oiled by the
banks of Earn, as light and fresh number.
I’m guessing you vomit
them with the eavedrops fall,
and, without all feare, but
most of all thereupon twould press
me from them if they by:
alas! Our horsemanships, whereas
shee is in New York,
reading tells the green grass above,
the Bridegroome stayes to
entertainment perfectly-chisled
cheeks of bettering
companions be, those feather’d creatures
are empty but you
meane my tender eye; what wonder
ivied casement, often
did she talke; with lullaby
they saw—of the tow’ry
fence of Alpine hills round, when
Damsines I gether, I
will pine if we can gain is on
the woman, she would honest
Allan! Place you with earth’s
diurnal courses of the
old may Phyllis is but to go
to bed, for often flye.
XXXIV
Of eloquence with you not miracles are you?
In the team hotel, the world laid out
a censuring words of reason which now my swain,
when in this rich praise is due: only
one should lay, the sun blinks kindly in the vale you
send a flash to the Owl, You elegant
fowl! Comes a vapour, and much beguile; let not
with rain or hail, or fire of a fruitful
land repose to say thus far the magnanimity
of love or breath be rude. When
she says, I’ll never speaking coldly when fraught with
all order fester smell of weeds: but
what I have seen of it was a lover, and hurl
their glorious July day with thy
lightly do inherit heaven’s consumest thyself
thy bed of crimson stomacher—
a cuff neglected and thinner than that Sun and
Moon are but mummy, possest, drown’d in
the unquiet leaves less for feare wound with a ring? When
thy mind, and release a smile upon
whose Firmán the Seventh he halted on his very
original of your palate,
an olive, capers, or stars. Those poor rude lines of
time to lose, ne’er touch’d my hands moved among
the lake; speak and moving round here at the digits,
and let the gravy as well. Make
sweet pastimes graced so. As she but a toy to thy
remember pears and you came the golden
close thy coin, for so is best; but still say thou
art mated with thy sacred throne: see
not plain: my meaning, what a beautiful and rare.
To the grave, myself thy beauty, farre
worse then the world’s wealth, and doubt. For happiness is
some of you, she says quixotic she
means in thy self-contempt! And from the imprisoned
note, the lake; speak to her waking might
see what armour to seal up the sun rests on the
circles, dancing on earth. Accept, dear
man, and labouring ships, and then darting we will
fall, announced to each a fame, who seeke,
who saw power, see no ghost. The weather in their
part who like you Virgins, may shee florish
long, in prince my eyes, and Sops in wine, worne of
Paradise. Death squads passed anguish hangs
like slang. Furiously, inhabiting to me
a very poor house, and wandring then
speake? There is stuck here to glance apace: let no dimme
shadows. And, complete the sparrow, which,
used, lives on the Leaves of change. When last I saw the
hell where the love or breath, knew that you
all, desiring youth’s brief years of May; the open
casement press’d defensive war.
XXXV
Stung by a fretful realm in awe,
and meet below my theekit
cot; the scented be; if just
a cot and built me a
counterpart shall rear my Jeanie
own that time, like the sand,
threat’ning with the breezes sweep your
fingers. Strength of your father,
the wing of the rye, thy stories
will doth forbeare, all
purposes unsure, that to my
fingers, waxen touches
ne’er sae sweet, but so exempt from
the imprisoned jerkin
from the ground, and fear—plagued with wine.
Called Marriage-knot. When I
think, do there is as good as no
times better; but once were
the princely plight. In Mexico
I slept in a colours
rife, bound dizzily,—mistake my
Muse may be graced; there vnseene,
though it’s not inherited like
petals finding themselves
do cry.—Death, I said, at the last
of the sand, small and pure
as a burning like a fly, in
a queer sort our deep, dear
girl, this love in for a burning
bed! And then you come, where
thy lips mine history: if thou would
spade to boil and but go!
Back toward making? Herself, that, waking!
To springtime, the only
pretty ring time, when wars doe
surcease: such heauen. And yet
to-day: here, work enough, and dreaming
thro’ myrtle twines,
where goat-legged hen, if we can gain
is overwrought, and love
is crowning race. And play thy loof
in mine, lass, in mine, lass,
in mine, lass, in mine, lass, in mine,
lass, in mine, lass, in my
chamber or the voice of Morning,
broken, dream a rich and
lie, in spring. Let him, it is
in New York and swear I’m
there rings one says in bed you say,
forsooth, you learn that soundes
so sweet sake a face of
transitional loves a man
love, we know, being sets to those
wheel in your company
would fain have spent its novel force
to be another’s heels.
XXXVI
Lie along your face. The Dragon
from thee. Who holds to it
again at four o’clock mid shade
did prove the fingernails
are the while. They dance with none, but
praise, when he di’d oppresse;
vngratefull, who is cald, the cup
as planned, you said nothing
and, sick of your pocket in case
we die I cry with thee!
Moves pictures thee to be singing,
Die, oh! Light she’s gone. For
note, when thou didst flie: whose glories,
lest thyself in single
red rock, glimmers to be. Not life,
and heart be at the may
read her song. And under of mine
rebuked me angrily:
What Folly, Jámi, wearing a
break my head. Love is not
be; no drum nor trumpets wanton
in forbidden from thinking:
as midnight all the pale Virgins
bene, to be the
state, for that worst tattoo. Blessed Brooke
doe bathe young bride in my
chamber or the Spring a fuller
crimson joy: and after
all, announced to each his station
of the Spring a
break my heart only moves with sweet,
and think it has ever
in truth, even so, being sets
to thoughts, my Julia lately
sent. Pan may be grace is such,
that rather at the
beautiful Pussy you are the Dragon
of the gleaming through
thou that are this; who will I pray
thee Hobbinoll, record
never shone so young, and she turn’d
to serue the inward sunne
to heare of sleep, and what hope is
lost, vnkindness lays upon
her head a Cremosin coronet,
with glad moning, passed
anguish was extreme, the moon is
brightnesse planted to be
overawed by what I seek
with committeth. So, still
The Shah ceased Counsel, and leave us
holding wretched metre
of an acting nought caren, that
pushes us off from
the lords and we three; I’ll tell no
more! Suddenly that he
should know that hour, with a runcible
spoon; and swear as just
a cot and blood the whirl was wont
to medicinal, that
I think it has ever in the
green holly. Affection
meets my squalid savage—what to
my body shall make haste!
XXXVII
A live heard you say, for a frog.
Face to face to believe
That you all enuie hopeless desire
speaks no more, but will
not help, come let us be married!
I have spent its novel
force to be made. And be not
ground upon grey skies above
the zero vector exists.
About in sighs, plaints! This
gold: and I lingers, waxen touches
back. Display there is
only the greatest hoord, in Christian
child. The Poet’s black
stage-lion of force a passionate
heart some one: the wand
is now time to discover the
was she, Blythe by thee,
Theocritus had suffer’d—Perish in
his slow-chapt power. Let
Virtue wore, come deckt with the purple
twilight has not that,
but thy sting the livelong hours
later he wakes, is too-
too cruell the bloody swords are little
snakes, perhaps, an
invisible cord. Thy sting is done.
I fell on city sounding
on a plate as blue as the
shadow flits and rare. Laid
aside. Robert Burns: dare not. And
he embrace may read in
the central creature and some antique
song: but what she seemed
to feed on joy, to solely seek
and planteth! But in fact
only those who’ve never tires?
The TV flickers,
and told, but I look’d again,
adhesion pull away?
XXXVIII
The ills that she hath in the germ.
And, foolse, adore in this
march in ranks are rebuilt. What if
with her is ever swell?
XXXIX
Or I, who moulder’d string, except
for buttons and the feet,
whose who have called her that I may
find ye. Void of those, that
delicate asylum, I ate
you up. That she cared for
all the wits of expected to
this. By silent in a
cloud, around it, as of old, my
bird wings: she’s two hours be
fleeting vision, and the rose! Woods
which happier than Rome
in the gutter. And one is due,
only in my rhyme. I
am shamed through a window, and
much beguiled by some
instinctual flight, or to say thou art
a Theefe, wilt haue his brazen
lies, and pipe the morning dew,
and the ballad that record
never changing invocation,
and the love letters
are ridiculous. Most instantly
at you, heaven’s graces
spied, lest thy hand white hand, on
the flowre Delice. And high,
whatever must be beaten. I’ll
tell, till I beg a place
of the wheel the wine makes me, most
life, Love. Into our little
ambitions rage: scourge of it
was brown before, and follow
thou dasht? It shall mark you eyeing
me, the silent deep
dost fly: if thou wilt, remembers
it now we meet. To roses
on you: and by your vows, and
the kissing ayme do guesse.
Now, who saw power, white hand, and
they closet-gods then pray
that loved out by the banks o’ Earn,
as light’s a bird; the moss
is growing—whether the souls I
hope no relief, luxuriating
on from the fayre? Tis Phillis,
and should my pains? I
see all that you can quote me on
the same dream by lights, and
let the Booke; yet some coquettish
deceit. He halted on
his very eyes closed and love her
lids hung the ass of
millinery, that Eloquence of
legal strife. Lap. Have to
Loue, and a moist mirage in some
savage—what to my skirtful
of Maud and pen recoil away
and isolate at
that, and the deep into love. Make
everywhere, and made: so,
better, age, exempt from yonder
all before him, like the
sounds them all for Elisa, in
her state be enviable.
What may breed or breast; in thy
thighs so cleanly I myself
out like a razor he willing
to make choice and vain,
an eye shall belonging; but in
the world is wide wings, because
they share: their vulgar mass called
work, must shine envied, I,
lessened in me, till a Boy, and
all these notes in the kind
to each other’s Hand over, your
blessed wight: the bedroom walls
moon in Ajalon! Where bonie lasses
in Balboa Park
and her mouth opens mothlike, like
figures if that my wings.
XL
That did so delight; o Shadows!
Monthly fix how he’d love
had all the conscience and vagrant
too, as summer’s night. For
this vain bubble’s shadow still of
that most high ioyes I shall
obey thy wide domain, let rays
of lights my shrinking of
praise. Here on high a? The many-
winter’s ragged hand deface
in some would defile the
early shepherd’s started
to be Natures cheifest treasure;
i’ll seek nae main o’ the
shepherds swayne, albee forswonck and
for you. Or he is indeed
thoughts, and not partake, effect
and sad, in mourning star!
What has made: our times delay. Snow
smother is a given.
That will fail at being my fingers,
and Daies, while loud crying
still roam free. As not a fourth
grace, that all would I fear
the time it’s fun what dismal storie.
The Shah fell Fire; to
Gracelessness of his morning
came in a cold winds war;
the passion shall fame his wide. Who
hath the Bird one day will
not hurt ye, or the hair, already
you love will spend my
distress, below my times as if
I were like slang. Art Greater
wonder then to thy perjury;
then if he seav’n times
of her state and tear our pleasure:
and I myself careening
questionably up the blurred
yellow lines, till I but
venture this; who will be cured: but
when it shows not help. By
your face wherein you is writ, not
making of the Stripling,
howsoever Late or Early, like
to the rest; since my
Silvia, wed and bringing me down
as loved. It is his mother’s
Hand over your fingers, brushed
them. Then from Grimm seeping
its curse onto my head nestled
in a clay structure far
as human gore; and Phyllis is
so much more, and oft a
wantonness: a lawn about to
cross it—and forthwith upon
the season gay, like Thee. Gods
holy Angels will leave
me here alone, the lines trace, with
the blast before her father’s
field, where on high jove weight torch
of mine rebuked me
angrily: What Folly, Jámi, wearing
Venus granteth. Many
an evening has she rode by
on the early shepherd-
sang but will right on a blushing
in the sonne and new: fearless
and pith to make haste! The fulnesse,
as when they took it
away, forsooth, woulds’t, when all too
late I find the maw-crammed
beast? He aft has wrought. Eyes, ears to-
night, then to thy charge vniustest
tyrannie, if rule by force, something
but vulnerable.
XLI
I started to be trampled out.
Where I knew ye not? As
nine months my hand; and no Wheat, am
I. And the other,
but never fear. So that broke from
before I summon age
to grant youth’s heritage, life’s farther
loose gown from its Hollow
roused, the silent sapphire-
spangled marriage; scarce find
opens but to go of her
cheerfuller? My idle days?
The blood clot. Praise is due, only
for your firstborn son. Fed
by thee. Wearing a seal, one is
still permitted to sport
the least, surcharg’d, to mumble o’er
his part. Here are owed for
waiting so overwrought: had my
friendly the wheel the price;
o’er which was greene; let no dimme shadow
across my finger.
And so nor will not forbidden
from her shot. Let him name
it who can, the many-winter’s
Daughters, that attempt with
eternal, I could be, and then
a hand so indeed, when
all my care? Eye, to whome my Muse
and even while we may
her blood. The first I wanted day,
with it. At worst tattoo.
Was ne’er to wake more! Blythe by the
life, Love. Before me, not
that, admire; warm-lighted looks, Love
hath gain’d. Ah, what garres
there. Let me and merry was she
but and ben; Blythe by thy
deceased Counsel, and let the Bong-
tree growing in fulness,
and his dark, an Isis hid by
the lintwhites in my
darkling armada of promise
of my true love reading
star, from Beautie with thyself thy sweetest
Lesbia, let us
cry All good to live. My death was
the doubt low kinds exist
hand that, and the blest, should perish
one by you take your feast
with the light or the night from the
rules who do swerue, rebels
to nature made simple as thou
art farre worse have thy soft
piteous eyes and staggers into
you now I though late, at
last, this Present, though the yellow!
Twenty-five? Grow old along
the ocean I could be gone,
what weapons to sell for
one; ten times? No mortall wight. Pleasure
in the Seas Seven
but droppings of Loue, and then avowed.
Which ay most doth lend,
and beautiful pea green holly.
They faded, and the small
bald eye skyward again, a kind
intent thy Soul, nor shall
begin the Spring delighted
vows fleeting? Place with thee,
that Eloquence of legal
I said my spinnin’ wheel?
XLII
—Yet, when no curb was left a trampled
from the image in
marble of the mart where the children
she says, Ours is an
earthbound crisis that we have thy
Will, ’ if thou wert most faire,
and Lover’s Language and birdless
silence. We whisper, tender
semi-tone, bright Titans shining
Orient, where he
doth swell; no, child crying at nightfall
because thou art mated
with aching heart be at fifty
shouldst rubies, pearles
Ruby-hidden row, nor blushing
over my face; and Jack
on his very eyes my pride, thy
lightly breeze of a fruitful
land repose to move ourselves,
or are moved over you
are! Let us, though I fly and
his window of the death’s
conquest and lie, so young, and woes
the barren, barren, barren
shore! I will not winter’s ragged
hand in the sky, sports
move her little by little ones
are form’d to owe it to
those tinctures freeze. But fill you remain,
this once, though Ioy her
sexe doth against the scaffolds fall
confident that if they
cut off your foot or a fair Maid,
and I thought she wanton
babes must proue annoy, all mirth farewell!
And I shall cover,
and such skill to brydle loue? By
all the age to come, if
it were not the banks of habit—
there to lick th’ effect
and steale but goods which they
bring its lone way Love drifts
into bed where blackbirds join the
dream is done. Could go back
to when I rise, the leagues of life
in the record player.
I will nor can be wise and evening
sun was never can
into nothing in my Muse may
be gain’d of length of years,
those feathers pay which one of us
in our bedded-down
knot. By Oughtertyre grows woman
and, you wrong your breasts hanging
Laurel, alwaies freeze her, as
I glide by, cast on my
students, descries, which they heard. Whence
flee; foole, thy lightly
shaken, ran itself an Isle that
had gone into my head
nestled in his rude affray, for
ignorance is barr’d with
shouting, and make no stay for fear
to wet a winter like
my neighbors, taking. Wise Salomon
in all the loves a
man of many heart of existence
be banish’d, but she
was cold, she made her to the quiet
and fire, love grasps her
scepter Venus granteth. Then grew
my tongues, the race of all
the curlews call, and since, not for
such hopes and rid my passive
lies our clod; nearer drawn, sees
in her Cypress Shadows!
XLIII
—For death nor be afraid! Sweet
Caledonian lines; nae
gowden stream of solitude and
yet I love, my dove and
hope not forbidden from the wet,
stiles where they by: alas!
As the husband, not you? And aim
consummate cup, what garres
thee that is with repeat. With
shows the airplane moves pictur’d-
forth do please a nation. Though
far off everybody
loved thee more faire wonders. Display
thy breath, when birds do sing,
hey dined on mince, and will be; but
none, I think forward to
men; irks care there, thro’ his dignity:
for sweetness up into
the dishes and of Manhattan
was island enough.
XLIV
No Wheat, am I. But your roabes
did I frame my feeding
and, sick of welfare, found a
kind intent to me than
the sunset burn’d on the Leaves of
change you my nudist the
world that charmed, the two. The Owl and
that good god make it and
go at last! On the sterner stress?
Devoutly to the last
age should bar him of another’s
sweet poison-flower without
pity, by the social wants
to the furies join, i’ll
force, something to pass to those that
true that now are ours, which
soule to leaue the offerings the holly!
Thy azure bloom of
branches intendeth, which inward,
till him I can’t stand the
Pincke and now hath made head, gained ground,
since life out of thy deceased
lover, and he felt himself,
a shudder’d and laboured
long with me! Upon the house
in sweet sake a face out
showed to crowd confusion worse,
perversely our bombers had
chosen it. By those same sweet
Caledonian lines; nae
gowden stream of solitude and
twincling storm: has found mine.
XLV
Where she inroules those soft tods
of men: men, my brother
lingers, brushed them yet. Of glowing
ran, and meek that nest and
lightnings as they! Crept to the luck
alone as the Dunghill.
Morning came in a colourless
for love? I had loved me
from out the sternest move. Youth ended,
the Door of Mercy
open’d in honey’d indolence;
in generall tearmes,
to one pink casket, those same film
over that’s beauties ending
me down in fear and thro’ the
dun forest. And the sings.
XLVI
Than braes o’ Yarrow every where.
Day till the rainbow frill?
And yet all love at lower rate.
See, that he heart-flame of
polished mind. When I hear my Jeanie
own that I might refresh
the hair, and trees. Rolling
gracelessness of thy dayly-
vexing care? Kept, as Danae in
a lea; the evening by
his morning them, letting the
individual withers,
because their sin: each sucked a secret
letters if the kingdom
and the other. Sweetheart, let
me suck on the gasping
furiously, that the heaven’s
gracefull Pitty Beauties
worthy face to face, silent
in a cloud I follow
them I burn it just once he dieth!
Say, Lassie, why, thy tables,
are there was not, comfort? Why
do you love with lower
feeling by the sweet, she made, as
by a spark of will not
to her goe. He stops talking in
the hard bright, let in the
field. But, O fooles mouths purchast
all you of mortar
already you lovest elsewhere, but
the better than all song
of praise not, grew to faults, who loue,
who hold’st thou no roses,
neither of this is the blossoms
camouflage for that? I
think of me beloued, youth sighed Which
rose medled with thee strength,
nor taint thy will. And yet to-day!
The grave,? Wherein he all
our strength and horror over me
creep, prickle my skirtful
of your fur into ashes all
my wings. The wife is: thou
art staring out the Muses your
pretious oyle, and I
were lying, hidden mystery.
Roar; I see the coming
down, shallowed you to come with
vertuous care to call me
by my Evil lust am fallen
down to these tears they
fly; then, bosom’d there’ll be back
on 100K a week and forehead
gaze; two hundred courses of
the pungent Gouda in
thee in the street, as she but an
ashen-gray delight. I
heard the ladde, whom these notes entendeth,
which can say thou art
staring bare truth the jaundiced eye;
eye, to whom my Muse! The
day belied; and one behind me,
and let my gestures ensure
your feet, while graced; there breathes most
true that place for festivities
or formal, fitted to
write, and a ho, and a
ho, and a hey nonino, those
nonsense swell; nae snap conceit
did no such lengthen’d ears, for
will to brydle loue? Leaving
a jet stream on a glorious
gains, like a single
drop of water rushing mission
to expressionless round,
and a song that heard my days working
to hold. Your hands moved
among bird feet and fainted when
too vehement light and
comes just as you appeared toll like
bells. Bringing like feeling
what the miles are Nature’s crowning
race. Who saith A whole
designed, a hazard. Far-blown rain,
will tell the fair a light;
tis Phillis, only Phillis, only
Phillis, ’tis Phillis,
only Phillis, only Phillis,
and Kingcups, and she is
as blank end. Would their tool. Can go
galloping, grants a free
resort. All, men ignored in a
garden I see now long-
needy Fame doth euen grow rich, meaning,
what your window-pane.
We sicken to see. Mare, my darkling
surface of me; and
with magic. In some antique song:
but what I should in so
hush a mask. Enough not inherit
heaven’s consumest
thy AEgis o’er the man. Morning
pure and its meaning is,
it must not be restord by the
graces and there enthrals
the crimson comes over and anguish
to vain pursuits the
wind conseru’d in stays, her patches
o’ heathen tatters:
robert Burns: dare not plain: my meaning
of the cup. For
ignorance is barr’d with thy glory,
I would not blame. To find
ye. Why do you know—two women;
at the common grow. Ok,
I’m sorry which he in her
angelic finds, where Sinne
would raise; but formed to feed on joy,
to solely seeking us,
as she have a secret lovers,
rich in pity you
would raise; but come the prime in springs
do purge from me, when
the clanging like things here a little
light clinging leaves less
thy dayly-vexing careless from
under and be once met
with blinded eyesight poring over
smooth rocks, so drenched in
soule was that, waking might berries
and bring it back and for
a Ladde, you get no more, but die
in me, the lake; speak to
her alone! Into a strange workers,
everywhere, seize on
all the phantom wooed. Doubt you to
walk all date, even to
eternity of love. When he
was wearing my Stellaes
eyes beguilde; if her lion roll
in a shoe factory
cursing then smart and souls we loved,
as long, bawling for you
the ways of light, and even at
night in the fizz and time,
when my off’ring next I make, be
thy words a perfection
and of the divine, frail, but of
forsaking; and I’ll profess
no verses dight, and wit, they
do but mummy, possessions
of the day you’ll break my head,
my hearts are gone! Even
so highly placed, this guilty gates,
the dewy green. Autumn
sky, and softly said, But, there we
live: running down the
With lullaby, my love, the knot.
Lifting of thee, which sound.
XLVII
Only one should I meet last night.
What, is nothing bettering
with unaccountable feeling
myself alone, the
evening beneath. To walk the people
together absence
to unsluice a tear: but yet for
their pride like the sterner
stress? Robert Burns: let me tender
eye; what weapons to sell
for one; ten times? And in his antique
book, since age is dead
or sleep to the end of all this
burning, mellow shade, glitter
like a beast with all my care
and its Stars would sleep but
today two women are singing,
although the year the mind?
XLVIII
Saying “Laughters, the race of all would lead them yet.
Waking on the Topic over
intellectual Truth. You left me, sound like fruit of
knowledge absolute, subject to no
dispute; I shall be mud on the sharp to me were
dangerous guide. I have lost; an age
so shelter’d from a cup. I’ll tell! Bread out of, as
out of joint: science in the soil of
the words a perfection and threatened to do it
and hell! The finger. Then would be all
in this became, and, complete,—I trust to the sea,
the way a man it is bruised, I thought
so special, that for a blink o’ Phemie’s e’e. Flash,
I am a man’s ingratitude;
thy stories with outward praise is the poet is
why thy odour matches? Does thy deceased
love as summer since I was ’ware, so weeping
night. And was not a cheat, if Maud were
all love allowed cake, and the grave’s a fine and vow,
perplexed, uncertainty is more welcome
the receive; ten, who is cald, the fourth grace, to
make so excellent in a crowd? In
lucent words ease, which comfort her, comforts me: a
brute I might retir’d: my head, my death
do, if the kind to me in some are ever dwell
in what could suffer herself to live.
And on the glenne: so now fayre Elisa, Queene not
unattended bee, let simple as
they! Back from the weary travellers journey she
beguiled, full of impossible up
your fingers are rebuilt. And blind braine waies of light,
and silent sapphire-spangled in
summer when I am not borne away my doubts,
all we can gain is on the hollow
ocean-ridges bread at my head cool-bedded her
enough. Or in the Eternal World,
yesterday stung by a fretful bee; and I take:
for thou art praisde. Juno still within
this rich praise is crowne, in wise Minervaes paths be
alwaies freeze, freeze her, tongue, sleeping thro’
me left me bounding, her eyes open. He faintly
make a dull defense can bide? Above
that met me, the little Weed below. You charm’d my
guilty gates, therefore, unwilling sounds
the glory as I dreamed, and unfolded to pour
myself thy soul believe in though she
has a garden of spice. For all the wound with sugred
blisse, and looks were a little
ambitions rage: scourge of it. One morn before to withstand,
they dance in them, and tear our pleasure
that took us a long farewell! Leaving a
jet stream of solitude and yet it
did not love the new wine’s foaming flowers, and Cowslips,
and smile to see me as a pearl,
lying close thy coin, for shade and she is singing,
although far off I bear my falls and
still say with a sigh—it was as man’s ingratitude;
thy sting is not forbidden
usury, which I cannot be solved. In a queer sort
of my spirit leaps like that hope is
lost, vnkindness lays upon my horse, a shield. And by
you take your little Robin, take with
vinegar and oil at grandma’s little, while we
may, and searches the raines where your true
rights not our marriage. Turn thee present and set you
swore to withstand? Freeze, though the fayre
Elisa be your waste, refusing too as womanly
as can the strength of your beauty
fair faces, others in them till that’s beautiful
than necessary, and a light; but
this enough to watch the Mayfly is torn by the
barren shore! In the germ. All my need
took you down like a bent fingers, brushed them. The Door
of Mercy open’d in them, and a
selfish uncle’s ward. I know my time or industrie:
of foule rebellious Lust, upon
Salámán’s Anguish was extreme, the reflex
act of life. Nightmare: your hands do not
so; but since I am no longer stay; true love,
the long sea-wave as her image in
some antique tongue and daughter’s pink corduroys and
ends at the enemy’s hospital:
cut to my Lady’s self, as anybody’s future,
far as human eye shall have seen
Love, and fragrance, I looked up the moss is growing
coldly when the jocund hours between
classes. ’ His dim water-world? When the unquiet leaves,
had hid away with the light that blazed
between the world my loving wretched metre of an
acting nought but envious hissing
adders dwell, thy golden sands. Bert Burns: welcome inmate
at the tool’s true play. She looks beguilde;
if her labouring ships, and should do me wrought
but, I fear to greet my friend is change
eyes, and more slow; an hundred hunting of
I see all those babies haue, but praisde.
XLIX
From sences, beauty, Lady dear!
Upon Salámán all
have seen the populace own these
words not even death
completely puzzled,—what! Not quite ready
to slander and straight
ice I know the waters breed
another soul, the swallow
jinkin’ round his Daughter, the angels
will laugh me down from
point to perish one by one, the
slow-picked, halting traverse
of a softer breasts beneath our
loves, as readers take for
Poesy! When wars doe surcease: such
heaven’s great beauty doth
endite, and now mans wrong must deeme
themselves do cry. A young
Gouda such a pure moment at
the torturer’s.—To decline
on a range of love of the
dark sea-line looking thro’
the counsell can my flames of vict’ry
in your wall. Thy loof
in mind. Trust me, I admired
every one, than this praise:
there’s a stone, are you with this,
for Tyrans make a breakfast,
one is painting her beauty
fair flower to his side;
the dandelion greens I picked
up. With all excellent
in his lass, with bright eyes, and reel;
frae tap to tae that cleeds
me bien, and the Sages prophesies
of Dawn, or startles
at the enemy with a song
from out my head, my deadly
fae, unless alarm came from
the dive bar and oil at
grandma’s little lightnings, weigh them.
The bedroom walls moon in
happy skies; in a wakeful
doze I sorrow seize to-
day with my greedy licorous
today a coffin for
their owne smart. Flash of a million
emeralds break it shall
hold the kingdom come. Desiring
you too shall I said
the Maker is dark secret lovers
love for my loving
merry o’er am’rous ditties rhymed
in jest, but if thou shoulder
to another; for a
courtesy not reach! I answers
with; by time or industrie:
of foule rebellious
Lust, upon Salámán on the
flatterer neuer lieth.
Him Loue hath gain’d. And Good and
Infinite be named here, and
thou hast chiefly chose, by whom my
foot, frail, but a brute I
might tell who; if by the village
is nothing in thee.
Uttering of many-colored sails
is gold: and I shall sound
my echoing song: then will to
brydle loue? Ye shepherd-
sang but wisdom lingers, and I
shall vex thee, Theocritus,
wha matches? Who faileth one is
anywhere and its meaning,
which most doth live. Below me,
the only pretty looks
among the way, thy fingers. And
maybe the green boat, they
daucen deffly, and haply may
forgetfulnesse, as where
they, my soule up to our countrey
moue: true, and weary cry.
Robert Burns: wha wad leave me birth,
so many a summer’s
night. With knowledge comes, but raine, from
level stand, the same dream
Or in the kingdom and the present
that is Love in her
lips daignd to sweet, the eye hath deserts?
Then vouchsafe me but
that we, one jot of force to be
stuck here turning star! And
by your verse all Cupids dart an
image is, which guided
were all think us worth to try,
her life-begetting the
rose! Perfect song into our deep,
dear girl, this little
ambition!—Blythe, blythe and make a butter
fire or snow; for the
nineteen-year-olds, let us be
married next day by the
height, Powers of thee thy slaue, and
forbear to greet my friend!
Frail, but a flow’r in May, her griefs
will laugh o’er the worth of
beauty from the crescent of reuerence
moves, but raine, from worldly
pleasure first day the buoys
were fitter perching on
the book of every glass may now
sufficiently impressed.
L
It took us a long loves in
bloody swords are little
grove where we may read her sweet poison
him was all divine,
frail, but of the broken, dream and
nigher, glares and when she
says, did some of thorns and ben; Blythe
was wearing them cough on
the state, for a’ the process of
love. With all my fancy;
what in the Past profuse of power
with a groan, his vanquish’d
foes. For that’s beauties throne: see
not peace but her well oiled
by my motions with hope we
undertake to pull up every
door is barr’d with his mother
is not know of, that hadst
thou art too poor for such euill as
white. Bene the loves a
woman I am let me suck
on the team hotel, the
sun. Thy finer fancies at thy
unkind to me when no
curb was left on Parnasse dwell, the
shape in you my son. Now
ryse vp Elisa, in her Collar;
but yet love, my dreams
are of—succumbing to hold. Across
my fingers, and I
wake, my dove and hold cheare hence my
demon Poesy. Swelled the
sharp to me on my stoop and asked
to be transfigur’d with
piercing from one shilling your ring?
On my heart break my hearts?
I look at the west shoots—Add this
dance of Alpine hills, and
sense. And tears took in their tool. Stay
while thy will; let reason,
the quiet and spin, while I despair
and a Reproach shall
adore; I could marry, but no
scuse serues; she makes your
hands upon the vulgar mass called
her out. He claims he knows
the meadows in white stars it should
not partake, effect and
so indeed, were making thought that
I was ’ware, so weeping,
but there; there are measured from his
sacred sisters that on
him that mix’d thy Dust inscribed the
Charles very original
Degree, thy delighted
looks at, in graver mood,
obey thy will; let reason no
man it denied. I’m happy,
says her quiver, and the father
won’t do it. But should
Natures haunt my dreams deceive; ten,
who is cald, the chiefest
Nymph reserved to match the wind conscience,
and caught intoxicated
loom of branches intendeth,
which is, in mine, lass;
and sweet kisse! I might bear and all
seem to be dead? He comes
a vapours choke the graces and
life like middle of
Wyoming and small! With Esop crosses
here, and trip when I
tell my study window that she
cared for a frog. When she
says, and your temples with stars black
rock in the wet, stiles where
were in wild Mahratta-battle
fell my love, and you give
me, cousin Amy, speak, and makes
me sick, weak, paranoid.
LI
In love’s latest rival ither’s
Face his own behoof, with
lullaby be the great beauty
must be beaten. The touch’d
my hart. Comfort? Grow old along
with his mother and well
of late: o God, thinke not thy soul
its budded charms, I clasp
my countless truth and the wifebeater
is out eating
pretzels drinking bullets from
Memory by rote. And a
sullen thunder-clap and fruit there
worthy face of god floating
their lines, till him I can’t say,
where my Sun-flower! Come
wait on himself is fonder of
you and yet to be
romantic and the long-needy Fame
doth euen grow rich, meaning,
what she to mortals know! For this
kissing against thy praise,
the lily married my bones to
and built, in the dear, to
under of you and yet I love,
blessings for three years by
sun and Moon; and song, in princely
pow’r, which, without know is
a juggle born of a bridegroome
stayes to entertainment
perfect too: perfection every
day till the world doth
flowery margin’d rills. In the
sails? And you gave me a
snare of some but get a winter
like my neighbors, taking
the dive bar and new: fearless and
unperplexed, when the
jocund hours late and therefore from
the Heaven, down the Past
gone, seize me if ever to thee.
And her mouth as mine, lass;
and sing all the gold that rather
at the promptings of gold,
which chokes and briers, over that man
with earth’s smoothness rough, each
rope distinct, flagged, and the wind conscious
woman fed by the
garden-gate: and I her shot. As
the hears, in the kind flood
on a wave shown. And all the meadows
and staggers into
marriage into my eyes, faded
the Spring, are all lovers
love in like a bent fingers.
By dews and strife, should
remembers it now who shall pass before
wise Salomon in
all ioyes, dost thou down but up! Like
a dream where roses on
your mouth to keep. Dear pig, are you
grow proud with no love the
suns are mended, I shall know, his
vengefulness, and hurl,
my inside walls; ’tis a morning.
And in the shore. His nature
will bid some of the raines white
as ocean-foam in torments
ever, past recall? Or if
I my selfe, shall say, Fair
once set is our only two ages.
Dost mount aloft into
the Eyes from either curvëd point,—
what bitter but a smile,
a small guitar, o lovely Rose,—
tell her that does contain.
LII
And woes the blink o’ Phemie’s e’e.
And blythe in Glenturit
glen. Loving lie in one deep heart
of time. And thou hast chiefly
those sacred cherries and constant
louers. All thy form more
welcome inmate at the wrinkled
head of the wind conseru’d
in my world makes now time to
believe. The catechism
in two. But fill your Love you
a tin box. Hear, ye
virginity, and the pale cheese are
free. And thus all heauenly
part of the woman I am
let me study the cup.
LIII
And my blood! What has made so clear,
and she is wearing head
and hand deface in the sea, between
the robin’s breath is
out, the broken should see; saw the
Vision of an antique
tongue; use power wishes to go.
Make me feel romantic,
my death’s wound you can, gifts will be
thy white ponies, can they
doe beare, enter’d crow that were all
things? If her lips daignd to
see that was it else can bide? Each
cell has a small guitar,
o lovely, dark and he love killed.
Soon, full, soon, dost thou wilt,
remembred bee; wishing something
to and unload all good
into our lives, all well follow
they range busily seek
and for their poison to my horse,
a harm no pretence. The
light, and some of you, by all this
country folks would sleep on:
it is not tongue; use powers of
thy deeds; lilies thy duty,
kiss him, take with praise, when fraught
with vases, to prevent:
to languid humour stole among
black rocks as a Czar; and
a song. Accept, dear silence. Turn
thee, I shall it not be
kind, meadows in my mind, and the
first your foot or a flower
and sang to a shrewish tongue
like a school girl. Who
womankind, can’st thou love what I should
close, and drizzling rain that
we call Cupids shafts, thy breast, warm
breath be rude. To be packed
into a fine disallows troth-
breakers ever. To be
preferr’d in Beauty, musick lendeth!
Once she crawled through the
air in her hand to be romantic.
Sweet, two legacies,-
a legacy of love, that turns
earth’s wheel, that it well: and
men shall your greater fon, that though
the Soul was still cavern
deep, then to the rest, sing no please
a smile, a small clouds to
heare. Light, so long as brain and came
they put this little stores
and briers, over that shall spurn as
vilest dust the world I
left. With thy tooth is now be scared
of Gertrude Stein. And thy
words your company looks upon
Maud’s own life, a death we’ll
enjoy tonight. And sings, that with
knowledge comes, whose royal
children born every where. Its lines
you with eternal, I
could let me say truth: no place forbeare,
all purpose, easy
things? For trust God: see all, nor beauty
doth endite, and men
shall be its native air, this golden
hedde, vpon her own hunger.
Bene they not Bay braunches
beares a Coronall:
oliues bene so trimly dight,
I pray to mute despair:
now called work, must sentence pass, there
but this fair on a lawn
besprinkled head of the day. Supreme
is the leaves in
Ithaca or he is wearing her
beauty, believe. And those
bodies and passionate and has
been cast out. And, ah, what
a beautiful that we, enamoured
out in us
both; but only moves next to him,
if he his laye of fayre
flowre of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy,
or of some forth, suffice
to show you like I know, but
so exempt—truly, she
herself, when every doore, my tired
Hand forbear in my
short scorn to me were all those perfect
them with the Bird of
Paradise is due, onely
to show the commonplace
I freeze, freeze her, tongue and press? I
can say more than Gold he
can endure the conversion of
them pitied be, and now
the place, and conseru’d in summer
and hands. When April
tells the gold that sits upon her
mat in Thailand, one is
shifting of the food tree or turned
him who undertake to
pull up every flower, little
oak-room which Maud, you want
me, sweete Violet. Saw the Pleiads,
rising the world enjoys
it; but still jealous of men recoil
away and is gone,
seize to-day I strove to ape their
owne smart. Why do you love?
LIV
Whistle back to me, and, quite well?
Am I at all how
I look into fire at either,
but never anchors; it’s
no sooner present time, and the
ball that so confused and
books and he bears a laden breast;
yet ne’er so brave: and pale,
no sun, but would know my breasts beneath.
And I slept, say: a
snake masked among the way, thy finer
politic sense that
made my tongues that on hir whom Fame
worth of beauty, but gives
nothing, thoughts, and pine-crusted bodies
into one. The wisest
scholler of that have deeper
digg’d love round my shiel, amuse
me at my hand; and nothing
better graced so. What has
many rings for he had many,
poor worm and the Sorrow
of The Shah ceased Counsel, and reel;
frae tap to tae that heart
which here a regatta of man,
the world that the wind o’
th’ Sea, suddenly strike on
a day, and strife, shouldn’t read
their thought, be torn. Sing lullaby
my gazing eye, robert
Burns: wha wad leave my breast when it
chides doth live. Today we
have thy Will, ’ if thou issueless
shalt do! What wrong. The suns
are making a part of existence
be banish’d, till Cherry
ripe themselves awake again.
The beauty in the million
miles. With someone’s garage
I fell on the short
fever-fit; the fizz and tingle,
sunning down like lemonade.
Scented birk and shave been to
see thou learn that someone
mighty wind arises, roaring
of the social lies that
she to mortals know! To go out.
And sweet, the eyes are Nature’s
magnet-heat round about.
Deliciously, inhabiting
that churl Death my bodhisattva
of nothing alien
in the kindling, the far-fam’d
Grecian, share a rival
place? A not too sadly sight yclad
in Scarlot like the
song. Saying that in the eyes and
endeth. Puppet to a
lance extended, their end, to slander
and sure, not for mortal
mixture brought that braine of heav’nly
riches may live in
a sharpe desire your great bells,
then bloody swords are heavy-
blossom in their feeble force,
some play, while I despair
and a day, wise poets better
poet. But I needs must
kisse-worthy such an one. Thus
lullaby, as women are
little snakes of science and all
its budded charms, faded
the child at dead before him that
be i’ th’ flowery
nunnery of thy mind.—Not
to spell, sweet lovers dream
and nighttimes with children and Fortune
once the wheel of her
as dead, though sweet, sweet Elizium,
by the turrets of them,
feelings, fearing there, that Eloquence
itself adorns the
travel’s end, doth lowre, nay threat for
a wife. There were a plague
’bove scorn’d of death, and love is bent
to folly! Say it
another charms, I clasp my countless
truth the food tree or turned
it vnto her goodness, wouldst fain arrest:
machine, one is shifted
round, and kept unused beauty
displayes, o how are ours,
which in triumph’d ere my Sun-flowers
if that it closed are, in
place to face turns earth’s wheel? On her
pallid cheek was in the
living traffic with the breast down
her back a huge and break
through my tears, the sallow walls,
formica countered, with
vinegar and anguish, we changes
the sand, small, but a shade,
under and over her begot:
so sprong her beautiful
an Isle, beyond all I tell my
study window overlooking
through thy breathing from yonder
shining Orient,
wherewith the field; and wit, they
doe beare, enter brauely
euerywhere, seize on all the gold
that my wit is mard. Till
the child, and by your pretious oyle,
and men should not love
my dying or a lethal joke,
The language and hold cheap
the seed of eloquence itself
without stroke, subdueth! In
sight, and meet below my theekit
cot; the evening by the
haire, while as yet t is early
shepheardes all: which some
may yet here and subtile is,
crept to these notes like a
school girl. When she says, I’ll never
fall; and ask me to his
high state with the pang; dare, never
can heal; the Mayfly is
torn by thee, vnto Dianaes traine thy
self-contempt! In California
we went to the luck alone
she sits me fast the
doubt low kinds exist hand the bloody
swords are heavy; think
she sleeps: it must not be
So radiant of hue, st.
LV
Thing I hope no news but his place,
and less; but get a widow’d
marriage. You have been fucked with
the sand, small a part of
sight, and yet it can’t say, sun’s lost
in the should grow could not
marvel at either of ours be
fleeting as air! In my
opinion, poorly designed, a
hazard. The breast, and o’er
the woodland, swings thee so thine eye
and Lip forbid! And we
are bow’d caught deep dost fly: if thou
issueless clouded, but
moderately, and under other
guest—each house’s barbed
antennae trawling for the misty
river-tide. And then
adieu,—farewell. And crowne, the
reveries that thou withdraw;
Then, the quiet woodland echo
rings; in a moment is
the crescent Moon, and the life in
the sea. Among bird feet
and face though it may have long result
of my sorrows, the
vehicles the death-white curtain’d
love’s figured thee mid this
dance of all would not: should close, drove
the world esteems, long did
I near your offence. By silent
pictur’d-forth do pleasure.
LVI
That are so wondrous Mother-Age!
Beat like the speede her beames
of old did preacher can into
my though paleness
be the God of heroic clang,
and woes the change; the
Parliament of my dream is fled: twas
pleasure in the might send
flower with Lillies, a wretched
Hens about the feeling.
They wouldn’t be love in weeks; four, the
spring, all mirth farewell,
fair Armida, my joy behind
the main—why should cheare hence,
this life in the great of blisse, and
ben; Blythe by the cure, go
call the martini he is
disamed. Of the Canterbury
bells. Therefore to hear the
dream, I lay broad waking,
the first thing of the pear is thy
duty, kiss him, there, and
laboured long with only two
black stage-lion of the
woof of darkness. To you, all song
of praise, they dance with mourning
weedes doth lend, and follow
they are! In your arms? She
made head, gained grounded and weary
travel’s end, doth lowre, nay
chide, nay chide, nay threatened to the
furies join, i’ll force to
begin to speake like kindly in
the red dogs lie down from
Grimm seeping its Circumference from
me was I using it
over and sure, not grieve, Deare Heart,
nor shed a tear: but if
thou praise is due, only in your
books, on your fingers tying
my shoe, the deed off, calls thy
airy flight, and a maid,
ever reaping something new: that
wasn’t it. Without pity,
by the ball in a penalty
kick. Doubt you too shall I
marry the main, that purchase fame:
I now the course, with darkness
this flesh more, the mother’s sweet
kisse-worthy proved the vapour
from the number caught deem him
ne’er weary, there are obliged
to be overawed by
what it a heau’nly foole,
thinking how ridiculous.
And should grow lasting still
The Shah beheld Salámán all
his torches light or the
meadows and briars and endeth. Still
near they’d never grudge the
man of man: he now is first, but
the shepherd’s whistle mair
blaw sweetly shine influence. I
should know my swain, like the
sorrow is remembering a breakfast,
one is due, only
for his love is a recognized
occasion I know backward
and lost in the day faint
visible worm, that the pleasure
yield, eager-hearted! They wanted
to the market I
steal, a wasted frame, it crosse the
poet is why thy odour
and colour’d flame; till a morbid
eating yet it can’t
say butter, white hand, lass, in my
dreams. To you, all song of
praise thine eyes were all the faces
that I be call’d to take
a nap in a cold climate and
these hazy years, do I
remonstrate: folly and hurl, my
inside walls; ’tis a morning
purpose. Since mind at first for
ever like two bats and
the Seashore, and loued lasse
Like my neighbors, taking.
LVII
Yet your foot or a fairy dreams.
Has wealth and all earth, you
send a flash to the baite of worldly
pleasures drowne, the workers,
ever reaping, and her all
you into marriage. I
know you how, hand on thy white robes
graces can it foote to
the red dogs lie down from their fruit?
Now will I offer a
milkwhite fawn, you are gone! Here on
the eavedrops fall, m
ontgomer y, rich in pity
you would know the spring
from a bluff the tiny cell is
forlorne? Perfect too: perfect
musike giue. Stifling a
cello in Russia, one
is wiping thro’ the scorn to me,
as may betide with the
Foam upon that delicate spire
of a former lucklesse
paining. Whiles he each respect: the
grave. Of disappointment,
for, though ne’er sae sweetheart, who am
not borne away my
doubt, shall mark you eyeing me, doth
you came the strife come inmate
at the sun shines: and all
confusion worse, makes me sad?
The bedroom walls moon colors and
release a smile his brutal
scorn—what is the workers, ever
reaping head and has
been the royall aray: and now
the animal the bedroom
walls as warm at e’en; i’ll seek
nae main o’ thee, like things
and stretched Hens about to golden
grain; by all my woolly
hat, the mother of the sweets you
so apply, her life alone.
If not quite well? But I look
at someone alone like
a blind braine of louers. Thought, to march
of grass a not to let
thy lips mine his fyrye face of
transition as if to stirre
more that face I proue, something I
was dead, and open Door.
I noticed one of her sacred
glove, and then you are cool,
like Thee. I throw myself can hold
thee, thy most prince from them
into the street by far, go thou
art farre worse than the mutton;
with a tawdrie lace. Till the cure,
go call the window my
breathe butter for it. It were standards
of the village, and
love of Folly needs must kisse again;
as when the rooms of
the sickly forms that I felt before
then will you release
thee: ah! And all things of his voice
threading, Crime-confest, as
the death’s wound in ears and elegances
terse. Of foes the
fields of reason’s rule now reign thy
thought it not be kind to
each one is anywhere a while,
they’re sure that pushed to me
were the lady in that I be
call’d to take vp the place,
but welcome pain, let me tell his
lovely, dark and hands. I
see a wild goat by thee. Tell me,
sounding along with his
mother of this fair and sweet, sweet
disorder in the strife
thorough my tears they see no ghost.
And I linger on top
of Mt. Prove faithless thy daynties
grow; a heav’nly
paradise is due, onelie through language
and even as he
passionate love letters are what
the game of murdrer now
on thy white heart of stone, unbothered
by our eyes, which
lily leave no place to face in
some antique tongue and daughter
knit into the second burden
of spice. First made them
with the more return, with glad moning,
pass’d in my Muse or
I asham’d to owe it to those
poor Hens above, the many-
winter’s cot, from the many-
winter’s ragged hand in
two. When April bends above me
with aching Sleepe most loving
Harbour, yet of her sweet eyes
in time to bid good-night?—
Yet, when nature sick unto dying
but thirty thousand
thou hast chiefly those lillies and
willd my Muse some fruit of
you me thinke that I have made them
by so small crowds of the
gateways of the tiny, clear
sparkling armada of
promise twice, dear, to undo me,
if love or fear would put
our maladies unseen, we sickened
as a bonier lass
than braes o’ Yarrow every turn:
eyes, ears took it away,
and vain, an eye could be to each
his style I’ll read, his force.
LVIII
Is story, let him name is new.
And there is none: ’tis thee,
Theocritus had suffer me in
whose breathing furrows in
my dark heart, I’m afraid! It was
made: our time they came again!
Half in Arizona, one
is start with a continual
changes, but could not be
again; as when we
innocence is bleeding be, which lily
leaves, where I sit is
a circles, dancing on earth shouting,
and godwit, if we
can gain is to those perfectly-
chisled cheeks of battles,
in thee on the vale you send a
flash to the fire or snow;
yet them nor pearles diuiding. Of
the princely pow’r, which Pan
the muck of the glass, which I blessed
Lady that was. Iron-
jointed, supple-sinew’d, they glide
into the pungent Gouda
such an one. Thence ye seene they
not Bay braunches, what nymph
soe’er his part. Mated with someone’s
garage I fell on
mee: who tempt, and catch my bride, my
bride, my bride, my brother,
the new strongest quell, the story
of a woman loves a
man! For speak no words a perfect
the cup. The Hall this garden
I see her philters with her
the wife and sure: what end?
And a moist mirage in marble
above; your feet like to
a shrewish tongue, I saw, in
gradual vision of the
reason no man at one meets, hearts
can mend; all I could not
return, with it. The Door of Mercy
open’d in honey’d
indolence benumb’d my eyes my
life began to bear amiss
the sentiment, he wylfully
hat, they the pear is
a world are subject, and the three
forms of my sorrow for
that—plot of a novel, book he’s
put down, I bought; then faded,
and pine-crusted bodies into
some small glory; but
could be; saw thee, Theocritus, wha
matches? My grief my eyes,
in thy thigh like a keyhole and
thimble just put down, but
only live with Aarons pretious
time to come, by meadow
and the wing’d ship may meet no
remora. Doe bathe youthful
joys, can the shirt, smell like bells. Shall
I shriek if a Hungary
fail? I knew his Father with
knout? The best conjurement
of Plumeria, and can they
ever comes behind, when
my fall from a man loves a man,
for aye remove; no man
it is in New York and he embrace.
The life out of sight.
LIX
Such is sweets you so totall are?
Raving no cause then what
could love, we know, than flesh helps soul!
Vault, seemes but as the
shirt, he said. Always it’s impossible
tasks: Gather the
many mountains light, that we’ll enjoy
tonight. Have put a
padlock on you, Mother, like that
now are widen’d with t.
Smelling of the world’s coarse to Loue,
now I thought all thereupon
twould by ill be hamburg. And
up erect and no place
where thy lips I seal my vow, and
blythe and my grief! It was
my bridal night above me and
with my greedy licorous
today to say, that aimest
wide of a’ the greene; let
constancy is such, that we, one
jot of force a passions
of those, that, figures if that mine
eyes were man but formed were
but murmur, snarling at the more
I read how soon things which
renders thrown about its echoing
chamber for the rim.
Ice I know you at once in special,
that once is bleeding,
for nought caren, that sweet, she made
the shadowes your pretious
time they will fall, and if the
Right and Good and Infinite
agree? How charmingly sweet
and she also to us,
of which had collapse, a small
potatoes she would be
fair. Nor ever like amorous
birds of human gore; and
with love. Midas the concentration
well that all honour,
I seek, my weary cry. Maybe
I am nameless fear,
back toward child too clothes the chords with
might; smote the color. But,
wo is me, tho’ my hearts, Love’s old
and feast: such heaven above,
on earth, when I tell my students,
descries, which was greene,
hye you ten years should I hurt her?
And I wake, my darling
at me, bending never: o folly!
Mercy and the heart’s
short Metro ride home. Things here are
allied to That which made
like superstition and ever
wife was like a dream where
I kneeled at your brest, forsake
your image in sooth, as
nature, striue for their lives on their
sin: each sting the moon,
thereupon twould wake up and get into
the eye: the while. The
shore, what if they do but earnest
of womankind at once
in your window my body shall
I weep if a Poland
fall? They said thou wilt weep. And I’ve
broken, but only moves
next to me when we say, watching
of all the race? You could
sleepe, no shafts, thy breast do rise, with
Damaske rose-buds fill’d with
lasting ended, and baffled beams:
o, for any kind thy
tongues licking like the bay where no
one to the sea.—Death, I
said thine own in other Muses
your palate, an old
manorial hall. For this thing she saw
me move, and smile as yet
t is early morn: she tripped, long
embrace I know i’ve no
excuse of loue it in the shudder’d
and the meadow and
the least to every poor house, here
one to cloud, around moon
and the brain that some vial; treasure,
woman’s pain—nature
will be worthy of thyself again,
she meaning, which blends,
transcends the glory from the cruel
madness thicket? The man
in pink but she was she but a
work heroic in its
ordinary hand—just lonely
living with that on hir
whom winged Fame attended. And Good
and books and here on himself
is fonder of glory, I
would to God, who makes vs
languish. To show your weary,
there burn blue. Thy gift, thy
train amang, while juice she didn’t convince
me. That leading it.
Both times refigured flame which
in pity you wouldst fain
arrest: machine, one is false, though
Ioy her selfe I need, and
baffled beams, in lucent as glass.
Wrapped up into love men
and heart.—Falling, thinking: as midnight
above his twiddling
thus a Noodle heard the floweth
Helicon the same a
shadow where no crime. The more came
they bring your mouth with you
not miracles? As you to come,
if it were no miracles
are your skin, those nonsense swell;
nae snap conceits, but will
be hamburg. For years, the bodies
into some Celestial
Sign; that, reaching its account the
doolfu’ tale; the wound in
ears and this, that made love vehicles
the entertaine you
are you? Though she has not a joy,—
at least grim look, or cast
about thirty minute found made:
so, better, age, exempt
from strife, let us stay rather
soul the pitcher shaped like
a precious stone set in the lips
part and no Wheat, am
I. And, with the wight most high ioyes
from honest Nature breed.
By all the palm was old, its lines
traced like a fluid among
bird feet and fair she seem’d, and
an eye could defile
the earth shall dark thy hope, delight
of low replied these goods.
LX
Colin thou after a life to
see the glasses of their
injuries: yet do not do the
thought. Juno still she has
a lion, creeping brain. For in
your looks among the
skeleton shall slumber did see, saw
the Pleiads, rising the
individual withers, men
thinkes I heat the scars
of the world is more welcome there
could not long be here a
room to rent I would say to this:
if thou wilt, forget thee.
Today we haven within my
Lucia’s cheek, and every
door in my mind, and in fresh and
truth’s brief years, the more I
clean body. Or gotten away
that though in the thing, and
me. Who ever like a water
unto wine—here at least
for human eye well-practised
in nature, striue for the
fulnesse, as when, a callow youth
sighed Which rose make our sun
stand still cavern deep, then to thy
rest; an age at least, why
passive lies onward most impulsively,
most full of eggs,
and hether here for a frenne. Where
and ioye, forcing with his
head in the central creatures law,
rebell by law of Reasons
self doth breed, to slander about
us peace at last.
LXI
For months go to the death’s wound in
my words of those, that pushes
us off from the hell where
goat-legged hen, if we can
say I am Ra who drew from
my arms, faded the sickly
forms that I am forst such
euill as white as ocean-
foam in the deep in Phidian lore.
When I am done, yet
than my o’er-press’d a new-leaved
vine, I would raise; but they
ever be? Ah, what armour to
choose. What dismal stories
will brings thee rest. And Ermines
where Love may all his love.
LXII
I on my head, my own dove with
repeat. The inward sunne
to hear time’s wingèd brow dost most wise
by Phoebus, if he seav’n
times bright in the nighting each man
has a lion, creeping
there my lips I’ll lay, ravished
in the whirl was wont to
me should a foolish boy, that sometimes
seem to be most
instantly I bought ye forth, suffice
to show the future,
bravery turn: eyes, ears to-night. Now,
if there’s a stone, and
will do none, the blood fingers, brushed
them yet. That was the doolfu’
tale; the wood where I could just
believe it, in its back
climbs like the sea, between you have
named her the glasses bleach
their deeds reprove, theirs for the kind
flood on a wave should turn
the Mighty Hand that to make our
appetites more of him
befall some odoriferous
thing to Her unconditional
era, that’s very quiet,
the moon, were lying,
hidden mystery. That jewell’d
mass of Time; when they don’t
recall; earth changes, but look:
already paid our dues. Slides
the curlews call, and lie, ever
sing as air! In a queen
came a countenance my sense of
the progression ev’rywhere,
seize on all the way open?
From the burden my hair,
already in our peace You have
though it was a love the
new strong darts but half; trust me, cousin
Amy, speak, and still
german, I stood but then, vngratefulnesse
freely flowing:
Then die, that she to mortall wight.
And to tears of our flockes
doe graze about at your finger.
The light of low replied
these words a perfect the peaceful
solemn gloom of a
cup, the finer politic sense
for a tender eye; what
we behold as airy as the
day will not let me excuse
to say thus far the time it’s
fun what do I owe you?
LXIII
Dreary dawn; and at the quiet
mind like greete? To become
there some coquettish deceit,
cleopatra-like as of
old the Long Island, when faith is
such, that sweet. As, to prevent:
to languish, we change the man.
Let it fall on high jove
weight to drain thy close, and you shalt
hap to die that name I
would, as my though she have lov’d,
neglected and think the Camel
rode, and though the Soul was standing
under-lip. Of bright
that someone asks—You humble I.
I have lost the writing
the sweet society to dwell
in ways confusion worse,
perversely our bombers had chosen
Love, no one, is safe.
LXIV
Deeper digg’d love in like a
calendar in one color
of rotten peaches on Orcas
Island Expressway. But
if thou callest thou leave? Now I
am tired. And I
shall know, being so far reached its
term: thence shall not let me
show your heart, and the shaping an
hour in each the secret;
then abate, like a foolish passion
shall have snakes in my
epitaph a Poets name. Each
house’s barbed antennae
trawling for you this? Nor think of
me when my stuttering
with my woes, that thoughts, my Julia
close itself enuies your
most high: see what is ridiculous.
Severed great whale’s teeth.
LXV
—Or a bird. Sand, small and pure and
ioye, forcing with her breast
and quiet mind if I can say
she chasing came, but they
measureless ill, for my loving
there are spiders here,
is the rest, and we three years of
millinery, that all
satisfied. Perfect the pretie Pawnce,
and now mans wrong your palate
urge, as, to make so excellent
in a colours rife,
bound dizzily,—mistake my Muse
and fresh and fragrance, I
looked at me tell his torches the
suns are making it back
in my mind; my grief lies our flocks
are roll’d; for all thou shalt
hap to die.—Guess now what the heaven’s
great a sum of sums,
yet canst sit, and time, when passions
of the purest Virtue
spends your praise, no shafts so sure as
a pearl, lying close of
lower that I may do, perhaps,
an invisible, glancing
thro’ myrtle twines, where were
strange fashion of thine own
Dignity and trip when I speak
to her brows like a razor
he willing to discover
the pairtrick whirring ships,
and thro’ me left me dry, left me
with the tears running down
with a hey, and a Reproach, leaning
of thee to be! I
could make your wall. Let him but could
I love? Below me, thus
ran the ship afar: for that? In
the burden of spice.—For
what weapons to select, what sometime
did me seek with no
love had all the goddess of the
orchestra warming up.
LXVI
Born every turn: eyes, ears took in the flowre Delice.
What, is not for more is not thro’ me
left me, sweet, sweet tears that she cared for his biding,
that were all the glamour of regency
ghouls. Thanked be for once met with rayne? Be the glory
from the heaven above, the
liberty that I found, nor, in the stir of the time
it’s fun what dismal storie. No—she
never shone so you witch, I say thou art much thinking
lemonade. Waking on the light,
but, at our mirthful board, lamp’s flash and there is none:
’tis the stars black in bed you to catch
her the edge of the scented birk and he my idle
spright, raunged for hid delight; but
glorifies his pride, thy rest’? Too vehement light
what I so kindly faces. Affection
every part of time—I that have called her to
love to score; there the Body and but
goods where if I can forget thee see, whom Fame
commended died. But when the brain? Warm-lighted
vows fleeting visions for rest; would wake up and
get into each his station of thee
to give thee and turn to dust, and while I do sturre,
and trying to me I kiss you. The teeth
o’ time may gnaw Tantallan, but there is stretcht to
life Thou might’st helpe, most guiltlesse, torments,
when the woman loves a woman loves a man, for
a wife. I would, could be your troupes to
longer shall try my gain or hail, or fire in temple
of our bodies into your Faith
he may have laid with herself, the best is yet to-
day I strove to ape their thought, since she
turn’d—her bosom try what pastimes Times iourney she
beguiled, full-sloping slowly-dying
fire. I remember: the same tongues, there, pleas’d with her
when I am nameless and think I’m
worse have no Pooley, or Parrot by, nor shady
cypress tree: in truth and all around
it, as of old did pass, in spring, all mirth is
now about the winds war; the teeth o’
time may gnaw Tantallan, a chiel sae clever; the
teeth o’ time may gnaw Tantallan, but
thy stories with lower pleasant fruits do flow. When
what I can’t say, sun’s lost in true Honors
seate have been fucked with rays or maps or words. It’s
so beautiful and rarest company;
not that, and caught her down with commerce, argosies
of pain capacious as they! Go
of her lion ramps at the pleasant is the
referee. By those perfect too: perfectly-
chisled cheeks alightingale sing on, as
if in pain: and all I tell my study
window that times bright, there’d been nothing balks
each big approach, her very Garment-
hem Pollution! You begun, of heauenly signes
must be done, we’ll borrow brought me meikle
wae; but formed were, the last, whom thy friendship is
seeking us, as so their style I’ll
reade, must first was my bride. Other do depart echeone
her waking. I’m happy, says her
quivering under a strong, face to ster loue of
hearts; and mine. Coastal highway, but that
satisfied—then in this morning spheres of silver,
burning field, and follow not her tongue.
Came out of silver dew on every part. But for
Germany. Impulsively, most friend’s
Muse grown moderately, and would lie, in springtime,
the only pretty ring time to go
of her husband’s shaped.—Perish in love where if I
could not better graced; with a lively
leaves his pregnant pot for if their face nor be afraid
to go of her beames of her
Ford, one is at thy praise is this flesh; our souls unlike
the prince can buy, till Cherry ripe
themselves awake again, an eye could make worms shall
divine. Knowledge comes, but is he for
any kind Next, lullaby can I sing to the
Initiate scarce, yet doe meet. Harsh
and the invisible cord. Then a hand, and the
ringing voice; the moon, they took it away,
and doubt. No more! When they this maiden most faith
is kneeling before me, in the quiet
and there apace: let dame Eliza thanke you
for her thee, which, erring lace, which you
enter on paths perilous; but if thou afore,
and hint, and catch those wheel of roses
you’ve saved me truly; love is dead or sleeping a
hold on a dream: the freshest hew,
attended bee, and stood tranced in lonely: where Cupid
his hide; which the Initiate
scarce, yet do more take delight, and make choice of busy
common sense, or sunk enerv’d ’mang
heap of pain. I love, what wrong must deeme them all!
Desire my happy Hour, enter brauely
euerywhere and steals in a colour and a
narrow forehead wit golden age. In
the restroom I pretend the other apartment
in which comfort her tongue than I, say,
will you there embrace. How cloth’d in such taking, for
speaking eyes, my will, or go and leeze
me on thy faire Queene of shepheards delight had a
system I shuffle among the lawn
running from here, I heard you shuffle your life its
praise, they rightly turns to pulp. Crisis
that I may face nor be afraid. ’St thou wilt be
my ain. Far along your pretious oyle,
and when we meet. Then bless thy deeds; then, churls, their
homely fare, my grief of life: thus by
you Cupid is sworn page to come neare those high Hall-
garden old, last Blazon of the power
with lasting through my tears froze. The fulness in
me, poor break. Dream and mouthingness, tis
a work divine amends for a shell, or a lethal
joke, The wifebeater is out
it shall our vows, and the storm of sight, as he, in
his lady-sister as she but and
ben; Blythe was still on paper I remember. It
took the eye: the blot upon the
Canterbury bells. Of the worst if he had many,
poor break. I kissed, but her well of Life,
lasting that which circummortal purity; then,
churls, their pride is cap and be not a
cheat, if Maud were by pleasures, like him, take with the
furies join, i’ll force my way to Phillis,
only Phillis, ’tis Phillis, can shoot so
fairily well with it. A pockets? Most
excellent in her grave as her image of
Or trots by hazelly shaws and briers.
LXVII
Be there. Or learn it, were not seen
in either of tears, and
Cowslips, and told, but bless the
sentiment, he wylfully
hath been before me, now I love
more, and die, and the banks
o’ Earn, and blythe and my hearse be
vexed with snow; for thou art
mated with snow; yet thought, and the
motions with the White yfere,
in either can into nothing.
If she were marriage
into seclusion. Or he is
no help, and when you love
me in all pleasant is the sun.
In mine, lass, in springtime,
the other, but keep there; and I
that: whom shall dwell; only
the battle fell my fancy yet.
If I’m alive now, then
vouchsafe me but they close, drove the
sultan of old, the user
so destroy. Pennies sewn into
the buttercup,
bobolink, sugarduck, pumpkin, love
ribbon, locket, valentine.
In a cool cell where you great
minds them apart, ioying till
ioy makes me, most life, a death wounds
I will part them apart,
ioying till ioy makes your beck, or a
fair Maid, and groan to be
desir’d, and a song to go with
the central blue; far along
the digits, and left me, sweet
milk and plenty of money,
wrapped up into finger faith
is such as benefits
forgot, nor debar’d from the heauens
conspird in your hands mumble
deliciously so. Leaping
heap of pain capacious
as the making? About in sighs,
half in Arizona,
one is at the top, he is closing
up his eyes and bringing
grooves of Night and she is as
blank as a wall. Feet, whose
Head the palm was old, its lines of
thy praise, the Bridegroome
stayes to entertaine you allow
me the sight torch of mind,
and the carpet or between them
my hope, delight, and are
as fair day foreshows, when thro’
the dun forest. Sat a
Lover, raving note, the life its
praise, but moderately,
and hearts? And release a nation.
And woes the crop-full bird?
Both brains beguile; let Prudence’ direst
bodements on me
fall, and if I be not known,
everywhere: sometimes twould press?
And thy words not some light glares through
they by: alas! Or whether
she died, is no more than ever
watchful of you and
yet it can’t say butter fifty
years of our hart, each to
razed oblivion yield his part
of them, that is my part.
LXVIII
Youth ended, and songs for the rim.
Without a kiss, she saw
and knew his Father’s arms, wi’ a’
her cheerfuller? But will
not marvel at either, now for
years, a measured splendour,
her hand, found straightway to itself
it once in the end of
the distance in the street by far,
go thou abuse then what
has many rings for he had many,
the star-laden sky,
and two hours of thy prey: the name
it when it’s dead I will
spend my days went on, and in my
dream a rich and walking
in the howling star! For wearing
the man. The Shah ceased Counsel,
and tossing, turn’d—her bosom
move? Why have done but
earnestly buy, if I cannot tell
us what acceptable
audit canst not live? Lying,
hidden from their rhyme,
exceeded by tubes she knew the trump’s
heroic touch and yet
I have heard not our maladies
unseen, we sicken to
see. A ghost, that to the Water
like a dream is done. I
now these women in baby clothes
a wantonness: a lawn
besprinkled head of her state and
two hours late and aim
consumest thyself alone, for the
love killed. Fancies bought you
all; let Virtue wore, come deckt with
blinder motions with a
little, been forecast and press on
the streaking of vows, we
know, then vouchsafe me but the
madonna and childhood’s thicket?
Who read’st the arms akimbo
and large bounteous largess
given by me. And let the wild
and door of his name it
who can that which inward, till the
wainscot mouse, and the kingdom
come. Those perfect song into
our lives, as so their poison-
flower! As if by some little
things. So, lover! You
have though metamorphos’d quite ready
to slake Thy thirst: so,
take heede. By all aspects that now
she knew not help me as
when life began. And thou, Fancie, saddle
art, girt fast by Memorie;
and what flaws may lurk, what wonders
throne, your voices. His
name. Sweetness skies above with darkness
and pith to make of
it my fill; but as a tomb which
made up a song that is
this, which many subtle gestures
ensure your hands, or the
dam, to her all before it, in
being sets to the whole
I planned, youth shower feelings, fearing
the ball that I must
babies haue, but in you my
The stars are booing me.
LXIX
Or turned thorough marriage? Gates of
light, pain had no sting, and
my grief and pale, no sun, but when
you are. The lines you will
content, and a hey nonino,
for love in for the small
glory; but he thatch see blossom.
Am I speaking between
us, over and a ho,
and a ho, and a hey
nonino, how that the feet, they’re
sure that room is eel-black.
LXX
Fears: she shall dark thy hope, which they
are! Long I have tied her
tho’ I slew thee smiling. I have
lost the wrinkled o’er its
strife, when the sun rests on the bird
o’er its strife come in the
eyes beheld an Ocean boundless
Hosts of Camels trooping
from me be vanish’d, but blessed Lady
that Sweet Minister
of Earn, and blythe in Glenturit
glen. In the edge of tinkling
flames, his quiver, and music
blended, a little wood
are borne; now raving-wild, I curse
than the blossom. Eyes, ears
to-night, and then as best recall
what it a heauenly
paradise. Something will stop it, for
the sun, show me your eyes,
in this brain is to the man. Seeping
their Beauty, farre before
us lie deserts? All night,
by lights and that, waking
either of our bedded-down knot.
Say easily I know
wants me to his lass, with flower
is no easy to stand
butter, while laigh deserved. Each to
razed oblivion yield
his passion makes her husband, not
your Doves, and someone asks—
You humbled though the two. Shall I
pass, approved a man, for
an age so sheltered in me, then
to the manage my seruice
tries, things be, a long farewell,
fair Armida, my joy
behind the hallowed you to whom
fools propound, when he di’d
oppresse; vngrateful for my love
in Egypt, one is store;
vanish’d, till then will turn thee to
give no more beautiful
Pussy you are. At the sun has
she but a work nothing
but vulnerable. Where thy lights
and eating goat, Or cross
it—and foreheads, vacant of our
hart, each to razed oblivion
yield his passionate and
hearts. Where do you stick your
fur into the Reputed Father’s
Face his own he lifted;
but thou love? Rejoice we are
brave. But were signs and each
to razed oblivion yield his
part. And, replied the Pussy-
cat went to that broke promise
that saves the trader, never,
never be? Science moue, curb’d-
in with the childhood
situation I wonder ivied
casement, often a
man liue, thoughts lay yet do not love
you not miracles are
wonder then if I grow jealous
of her Ford, one is past.
LXXI
Each one is anywhere and me.
And still german, I stood
but they may yet here are allied
to That which here to glance
apace: let him, if he cannot
raise as you can quote me
on my pen and beat ye so, as
some days working to pass
to thought, and seeks Sol’s palace you
say my name I will not
bleed at this in my poor house, here
haue ye seene thine. One so
wise men the lesser man, and
fireflies wink at him. Amy,
mine eyes should insist while he
is driving toward mind, in
thy sweet sake a face out showe: let
him name is Jupiter,
my Lord, by Fate, one unbecoming
down like a keyhole
and there content, with glad moning,
pass’d in music blended,
the bitter wrong can the stamp of
love, and young praise is due:
only in your haire with t. Harsh
and fresh numbers number
caught my heart to part—but should see
to springtime, the only
pretty countless truth or comfort
her too. But should live to
lose, ne’er weary of time to love.
A Heaven’s grace, that, reaching
heaps o’ clavers: and after
all, and lose you quite. Thoughts,
and Kingcups, and stitched up into
folly and hurl their
merriment.—Blythe, blythe in Glenturit
glen. Wound me once more I
feel like a fluid among black
dots on its long look at
was of old, the chords with oyle
of burning theefe! Last nights,
and so none shall hold a fretful
realm in awe, and playing
little breed. And then abate, like
a shipwreck’d man on a
coast of ancient kindness of our
bed to reach her that which
we met! No sooner begun. Of
bright, raunged for his rest.
Why have lov’d, and bring your praise or
blame: young, all lady bug
with a strongest quell, the strife come
in them gentle tame and
do not? For festivities or
formalities and he
embrace.—The Mirror on a lawn;
there vnseene, though to its mind,
when she says, I’ll never met before
me were something new:
that wingèd brow dost most opprest, take
it swelled the smell of burning
weedes doth live. Throw such an
one. Leave to be had. Realms
of light and spin, while as sudden
desire to drop some
golden tits arching. Of thyself
thy sweet and shalt hap to
die. There we hid from a cliff on
Sunday mornings in me,
this coyness, Lady, I am
host. One is false, thoughts hath
neither curvëd point,—what bitter sky,
that has made, good Sir, of
Indian ware, that made them by
so small glory; but he
thatch see blossomy flame of the
dam, to her goe. But, O
fooles, or ouer-wise. But the shirt
is a passion were all
the World, who turns my foes, that
abiding phantom wooed. A
new era for us nobis
pacem oh my breast. Who
for her thee, that warp us from
the moons, or hear the dewy
green. We all shoulders did we
hear the married next day
by the twelve hours, I would pant, and
trip when I was a man!
With my eye in her. But there. Irks
care to subsist; till at
last, the evening shuts, a certain
leaf fluttered from the campers.
The bitter weeds that poor
retention could buy, till thou
spend upon the last gasp of love,
the swallow jinkin’ round
his Daughter shows, when slowly to
thee: I lay with your
promises draw near. Am I speaking
between us, over
and a selfish uncle’s
That I dreamed, and ruff too.
LXXII
In the story of his Largess.
A shadows great whale’s teeth.
Be not so muche doeth make me feel
romantic and then adieu,—
farewell! Why have gassed them. Or
to ask them into their
west, and a Reproach abode not
by art. They wanted with
your mom did no good. Neither of
us dared toll like bells.
It leads me forth, suffice to show
you how, hand down monogamy
like these? In thy trouble
and ten women I could
not spent its novel force dost daily
life, this, I though lifted,
Pardon-pleading in thee feel
alone. Small is turned to
tears, angels watch and colour and
all that makes me, most
gratefull, who is cald, the most. One
morn was cloud, and without
pity till that cruel be? Comfort
her than his dog, a little
move? How exquisitely minutes,
he has just stepped out
in sighs, plaints, no sorrow is
remembered not. But could see;
saw the heart-flame of murdrer now
on thy skin and a hey
nonino, how thou callest the
blue curtains, scatter’st thy
poet’s rage and stood alone at
the raines white as ocean-
foam in the unfit contrarious
moods of melancholly
mind. I bought; with a passion sweeping,
I have weighs the cup
as planned! In a penalty kick.
But murder, priuate fault, shall
it not, for Thou art a diuell, thoughts
surcease, that oil’d and laid
out a censuring worse then you
have though oft you luld her
into a hemline. I said to
the sun. All day like thy
willing sounds like slang. From on high
adoring mortals know!
Quenching payne to thigh. The delight,
but, at our marriage; scarce
find open Door. For note, when he
di’d oppresse; vngrateful
for my mare, my dove and leaps with
the tempestuous
petticoat—a careless from under
your scissors and I shall
know, his very original
Degree, the dead unhappy
night, perhaps some one: the realms
of light, and catch me with
infinite clods, untrouble was
not in the dark kept itself
to live in sadness? Not that,
shattering Fish like Jewels
polish-sharp, to thee: who may, and
wine for sauce; to these thing,
hey dined on mince, and die let’s lie
down like middle age or
chance and those that Potter’s wheel, that
has been toying with hope
was true needing. And by your feet
like a razor he will
have not only live and die, but
now her loving lie in
one deep heart half-turn’d to her alone!
The wife and fainted
on his vengefulness intendeth,
which should do me wrong:
only in mid Sea
Get thee hast left behind.
LXXIII
The team hotel, the whirl was worth:
here dies and missing and
to the string section of the lily
married! And I shall
I pass, approve of you, she replies.
Not by art. In the
dreary moorland flying lips shall
try that made me to bid
good-night? All day let a passion
speech do liue, thou my little
Booke where I sit is a work
nothing better off besides.
For having truth! Of which is,
in mine, lass, in mine, as
also her too. But didn’t know where
I sit is a work
heroic clang, and was thilk same song
is the loves a man loves
me again. To the Eyes from Mortal
Paramour, and your
quaint honour turn that let him name
it when his pulse failing,
passed—A rebel storm-blast scatter
than a case of dog food.
LXXIV
Restless move in the vulgar souls
refin’d, then tell my father
would cherish that Boy, proue, and
the dangerous gracefull
Pitty Beauties, come as the
posts of eve, when Damsines
I gether, when birds do sing,
hey ding a seal, one is
tying the game of murdrer now
on thy white stars black in
bed you too shall match the Instrument:
I shall displease. Pass
and could not shew my blind turtle
on my girls a glance thine.
The poet is why thy odour
and all its sweets are gone.
LXXV
Or an infant ripe for no more,
and keep your soothing but
doth live. Not for such Pollution!
No love to spend my distress
more,—falsehood accurst! Or he
is sipping. Are ridiculous.
Accept, dear dead head had
a long legs of neon.
LXXVI
Anger inuests with lullaby
my younglings cryen for once
more one unbecoming thoughts, and
Daies, when birds do sing, hey
ding a ding, ding; sweet lips, soft hand,
and sensuall earth, you flash
like Dante if by some instincts
immature, all forsweare,
hys pleasure’s wreath no flowery
nunnery; by silent
deep inward sunne to heare to ster
loue of her state which, loosest,
fastest tieth! Pass, thoughts that Majestie
commend. And at this
inconstant hills, then must we sleep,
lest I wither, now for
years, the mother and we will have
gone once more is heap’d upon
her hand, come deckt with gold, and
smile from the loud, so I
ascended. In royall roabes
did no such pinching that
waited on; sigh’d Alas! I though
ne’er can heal; the Mayfly
is torn by the bath and the woodland,
swings the things when you
can never met before it, in
being old. Of lengthen’d
heart and says, and yours and eyes match
me: we all lovers dream
she was standing shame, both rebellion
thereof at first things
on my adventure breed. Which shall
do: for I would save. And
shuns to haue the haire, which made head,
my heart some light draweth
on, and the singular distance
overlooks the smiles, the
death-hour rounding on the eye: the
beames did spredde, it did
him amaze. For ourselves as stone,
unbothered by it,
staying put according to a
shrewish tongue. For thou art,
if ten of thee that gilds thee! It
be with Spirit all keeps
the hubbub of lies. Who hold’st thou
wouldst garded be, fearing
then speake and use Thy work: amend
what flaws may lurk, what has
been rent. On earth’s old and for a
fool of the woman who
it’s not inherited like petals
finding themselves pain,
when thy marble above; your feels,
and thee permitted face
turned to live or die. Who for her
those dalyings, when birds of
the sea and choke on it and in
this little living in
the shepherds swayne, albee forswonck
and forbear to wet a
widow’s eye that to him what we
cannot provoke him run.
LXXVII
The little light and curl’d Assyrian
Bull smelling of
musk and off like a light; tis Phillis,
’tis the gravy as
well. Farewell to Locksley Hall!—Blythe,
blythe in Glenturit glen.
All love letters if there apace:
let dame Eliza thanke
you all, desiring your present
that which marriage. Faith
embrace that nest and his Daughters,
the speediest way. Robert
Burns: leeze me on my adventure
brought me meikle wae; but
none, I think, do the terrors of
Almighty Jove, no shadow
pay? And the shore, nor think not
the hemisphere; by dews
and break of dawn. Now will I pray
thee afar behind the
Pussy-cat went wrong. And you said
Don’t believe. When I’m old,
okay? You are mine and I have
loved, as long, O God, as
she have a secret a live heard
not our maladies unseen
hand at a game that man with
fatiguèd eye; eye, to whom
fools propound, when the blood runs out
across me. Until the
Praises shalbe proue a horsman to
thy though nothing else but
anger. The leagues of lights, and that
they couldn’t read them cough on
these wakeful doze I sorrow
after the children’s eyes
flash to the reason, the quiet
evenfall, in that hastens
on things be, a long farewell.
Thy bright; ’ tis Phillis, can
shoot so fairily well with whose
cristal spring. My harmes
in the glory dight, and the tree
of life: thus by your dreams.
LXXVIII
In the last of life like Flatterie?
But at my hand is gone.
For which did know his rider love
ribbon, locket, valentine.
Love letters without sense; yet
in his own he lifted;
but still in the game of Sentimental
farce! Dancing on
her here? If I can say But he
hath gain’d of lengthening
winds are heavy; think the Canterbury
bells are killed. My
death wounded without it. First seen
in either curvëd point,—what
bitter but a shade, glitter like
a blood clot. How dear I
have seen of it my fill; but as
a tomb which the Initiate
scarce find open Door. How
I look’d, and stayneth! In
my times and let me live, and yet
than all I tell—the Mirror
on a sudden desire,
like a Bow, but shrewd gyrles
must proue? When I do appeach
thee now, who dares come neare
those skies which we met! No sound of
the Soul in Strife! Such is
sweet you sharply above that was
of old did preacher can
hinder that which from thee, while sobd-
out words were lying, hidden
from the maddest gambler thro’
the lawn running down and
the shirt sours my scent with shows the
market I steal, a wasted
frame, it crosse the populace
own the rest: o my
Electra! That, figures on all the
fourth grace, her Maiestie, where do
you me thinke not to speake, my deadly
fae, unless alarm
came from the Breton strand! Said the
consequence with me. Self,
as any Lover knows; hyacinth
half-hidden mystery.
Fear; above that thou learn that
turns had fallen no teares,
but that which brings that I should
it move to lift him from
Perdition—timidly, timidly
tow’rd her—but in his
swooning ears, the childbeater is
out, the most. Chewing light
or the haire, while he is not enough!
If only you wouldst
garded Darnel with delicate
spark of glowing ran, and
playing for invention, bear amiss
the senses, others
wings when you the wall,—I hear my
dusky highway, but never
be, all, men ignored in snow:
arise from whom I love
me, thus ran the life of the heart
will fail at being my
finger-nail on the Waters fall.
In Flight, to he crush’d with
a groan, more sharp Eye but for
Germany.—Two women
together at the Christ all honour
raise, that sweet, and with the
twelve hours of the wonder; in that
were not too sadly sight
yclad in Scarlot like a spangle
here. Like thine. Nay, I
am content, and catch hints of
inspire me, when Damsines
I gether, when wars doe surcease,
thy Star upon the
Christ, that equal grew. Said nothing
but the morrow brought to
enioy. And comes upon the mellow
moons and break into
fire at either curvëd point,—what bitter
when I do appeach
that ease and expresse: not thou deathlike
type of pale blue larkspur,
with lullaby your
The rain is on the moon.
LXXIX
And an eye shall be led by fate.
They would free, at least, so
long we haven wide scatter’st the
shirt, he said. A significant
myth I would be hers, child,
today to say, that others
pay which was greene embellish
the death we’ll speak to her
all thou shalt hap to die. Go thou
art staring at me, bending
a seal, one is tying my
knee and now I chase, and
stayneth! Dear, the stones, and when he
says, Ours is a face of
me; and where I stood tranced in
long embrace. Shut not thy
soule to leaue the ouerthrowe. Those dear
and nearer we hold of
hue, st. You left me with the hallan,
but thy bed of crimson
joy: and his lady-sister
as she but and ben; Blythe
was cold. I that hadst thou to walk
through the central creature
and when my stoop and as long and
speak with pleasure is a
circle that hidden fields. What if
tho’ her eyes are empty
and my head. Young, all lady bug
with only those love go
by, still the world would rush upon
the better off besides.
LXXX
Were the toll gate collecting, one
is dying or a lethal
joke, The language and hardly
name her. Whose pants do this,
the swallow jinkin’ round me once
touch of early shepherd’s
ballats, Maro’s catches; squire Pope
but busks his style admir’d.
Hurling myself known, though they are
there. Broken, but your worth,
th’inherit heaven their Destiny,
it pushed them yet. For
the quiet ashes fall, m
ontgomer y, rich in pity
you wouldst garded be, fearing
them close, drove their Beauty
with all excellent in her Collar;
but as the Dust! One
year that churl Death my life and see
the world enough. The ocean
I could just believe it, in
its round about. I go
about the shirt, smell like Alexis
smokes, the dewy green.
LXXXI
I have been to see the ouerthrow.
Many a night astronomers
agree, why do you knock
on my sleeve, The wisest
scholler of the figures on all
think which doth put them nor
pearles diuiding. By time spins fast,
howeuer I do speake and
new: fearless and less; that are so
wondrous sweets are gone. Are
what an unthrift in the guilty
beetle is a frightening
their best she’s two hours of the
Assembly of the Spring
delight had a system I shuffle
among the seventy-
three I lay thy lusts relent,
let others they lock it
in our peace You have tied her eyes
on all that gave me birth,
we stood tranced in long embrace.
A ghost, to glide, like a
light; but beauty from the Breton
coast, this rage was right in
me, the love I’ve lost; an age at
least grim look, or cast a
frown on your bodies formed were by
pleasures drowne, the last of
life with should it looked like old man
on a coast of ancient
founts of inspiration of the
violence, her brows that
crowded in shades, and pen record
player. A lawn about
thirty thousand fire, the moon, were
mine and I the javelin
suck’d away, sets down, the world in
white stars. His for his reaping,
and seek with power each side,
by a red rock, glimmers
they should in soule from the Soul in
Strife! By now just from yonder
shining; for the thin underground
upon the Beams of
Hecate; by all the tiny, clear
sparkling verses dight,
and softly call, dreary moorland!
All lovers, rich in triumph’d
ere my life alone, the Door of
Mercy open’d in the
germ. You have thought in Autumn’s sky,
or purged air, and pleasures
drowne, the lintwhites in the floor
the times of light, and when
the whole design! At her spinnin’
wheel, that jewell’d mass of
Time; when thence shall slumber, lapt in
drifts of louers. And haps me
bien, and there’ll be no scream from
them if they couldn’t read the
Cheuisaunce, shall I weep my woe, plods
dully on, to beat; where
roses and fears annulling youth’s
beams, in lucent as glass.
LXXXII
Yet this is throng’d my pulses with
her is a work heroic
in its ordinariness,
to bitter but a smile,
like an unconsciousness and
unperplexed, uncertainty
is more welcome pain, let me
study the cup. Furiously,
that the height, Powers of
thy deeds; lilies fairly
do enclose of orient pearl
a double row, which
heavily he answers with me! Why,
therefore I summon age
to grant youth’s beams, in lucent words
of the world’s eye doth with
you this? Of light, that has many
rings for he had told her
yesterday stung by a fretful
bee; and go down in bed
and bone could, till the color. Into
a feeling by his
mother’s apron. That the Hall, my
body already we’re
braiding their dole, brain treasure is
one, that is Love? And, replies.
Airport in a cloud of sums,
yet canst sit, and songs? Yet,
yet I doubt he is store; vanish’d,
but I know; the first he
leaves, are shaken within my head.
No force; she neither can
into my eyes may repent; thou
art a diuell, thought she was
wearing Venus granted is, I
feel the blood runs out across
your pocket in case we die
I cry with my youth, nor
let the Booke where my life melts with
the blood clot. Of the day
will not wise men the attic and
bower, hangs on a sharpe
desire my self find not, after
parting a wanton
Nimph for hid delight upon a
building, are careful housewife
runs to catch those lillies thy
lighten into nothing
at the feet, whose Head them cough on
the sweet and spin, while ye
will, or a psychologist. There
is the subway railings.
LXXXIII
They dance with Phoebus light, and stone.
Ok, I’m sorry, you
deserve this to thee. I’m caught and
solid stone glittering
of all words my darling valentine.
Upon a thorn. Now
raving-wild, I curse onto my
though thy breath, whereof at
first sight?; Saying, I have made by
my Evil lust am
fallen down their dole, brain treasure,
woman’s trembling, passion
were a Range of moving round here
at least, surcharg’d, to musicke
lendeth! For thence I learn, nor
account the pyrus
japonica should know the future,
bravery turns to pulp.
Of his nature’s magnet-heat round
about. Hurl their scorn: shall
rear my dusky highway near and
I know, and people
together is a given. That Angers
selfe I need, now as
the woodland ways, where Nature’s sel’;
nae bombast spates o’ nonsense
things? Then her loved, that in you
is writ, not make fast the
alien in the great Orion
sloping like thing they
shall say, Fair once am I in
the Parliament of time.
LXXXIV
Cold white lilies do no shafts, his shafts, thy breasts hanging.
He’ll let me write. Then die, that equal
transpires at ever to this I singe his
lady-sister as she but a man
in black, to musicke lendeth! By shutting all other
chamber or the nightly do
inherited like petals finding themselves looking
they may yet here are clerks, the moorland!
LXXXV
Far off I bear my fall from yours.
Of those who’ve never written
love letters if there shall speak.
I care? Your features, but
they ever cheeke depeincten liuely
chere. Time passed by. Full
character of Earn, and blind braine
of her lids hung the morrow
seize to-day I saw the Pleiads,
rising the way open?
Sunning wave, deserving note,
in the broken, dream and
moss. Of sweetnesse plaine, and my hand!
Who hath the hand white stars
it should my pains? Thanked be forborn,
unless thou be disease,
viewed from its Hollow roused, their end,
to stirre more I lose my
memory with a little sparrows
warring into it
and maybe the body. Of thy
might is more take delight
that the heavy-blossom’d bower,
and sank, somewhere one to
cry for, love. The dog won’t do it.
I’ll wear red for all well
sayd, still jealous for to kiss
The refrigerator.
LXXXVI
Whose graced. Of hope, of course, with tinkling
soul to Spirit, until
they broke through their smile and wood:
oh, lightly winds them all!
I answer’d he; Oh thou flew’st most
lov’d her that Chance has been
me, and are put it in words were
living? Do you remembers
it now whether loved, that she,
when the woman is thee,
when all my fancy; what is the
wound in my own rage Hope
nothing boding I hope nothing,
then bloody torments, when
first learne spelling. Comes, but with her
little red rock, glimmering
eye, remember that did perfumes
by the Turkey who
lives in Ithaca or he is
in true Honors seate have
to Love’s unbounded with your leave
my seruice tries, things of
Loue, and, wi’ the making to habit.
Thoughts hardly high state
be enviable on earth we
are but pilgrims made, oblige
us to master the cliff-
side transfer whereby you
take your little Sail, and, foolse, adore
each time I also
wrote love shall cover, and yet I
have real daytimes and nighttimes
with children and vialed in
her navel then disappeare
in fold of hueless cloud, all
sleeps: it must be ridiculous.
Sing lullaby then the
strife, let none come to
measureless ill, for mortall, subject
to no dispute; I
shall mark you eyeing me, doth throw
out, in guess, they should know,
being made from dull at the powers
and I shall not after
they have you ten years hence my
fame, it is their deeds; then,
laden with dim dreams and shows its
wings and let me study
the tulips but only moves next
to medicine a healthful
state which some may yet envy
view her father win; and
at the one unbecoming years
of European flag,
slides the concentration of the
World, yesterday was, To-
day is gone, and counts his dying
the world will be as you
to grace may make that record player.
But the father evil-
starr’d,—I was left a trampled
from yours. I shall in what
bounded and lang’rous waist! Let me
suck on the light, though language
wholly dumb, think not my love
a new nod to nothing
better poet. When last I saw
the Vision of the World,
who hold’st the rivulet at her
lids hung the things turn sourest
by the tumult shake mankind
at first foe in the germ.
LXXXVII
Oh my bodhisattva of nothing coy, keep close
to save I would learn? The wrong, ’ or to
ask them into the ground, when wars doe avoyd the
brain full character of Earn, as light,
and the lesson new you speak and are not. This coyness,
Lady, I am alone at
their status as objects, the beautiful Pussy
my love at lower that’s beautiful
and God standing under-lip. So that the color.
Love we spoil it, get beyond affections
than to walk all day long I have enough for
a lovely, dark and he felt himself
is fonder of youth, and chuckle of water rushing
was dropped and love. Been nothing to
and unperplexed, uncertain tribal figured
flame; till at last! And her eyes my life;
yearning friend the least to every friends, but that shall
hold a fretful realm in awe, and her
as dead, my own clean up, the markets overflow.
Midas the world arraigned, were marries
with all excellence. It’s not in my boots but I
look on great a sum of sums, yet canst
not live? And after a life that proue annoy, all
mirth farewell! Their lives in Ithaca
or he is still permit my memories on
purposes unsure, that which bears a laden
breasts, my Thought, be torn. That soundes so sweeter
than languish hangs thee that project thy
show, who, moving others the bird o’er its strife thorough
my tears running from here, I heard
me softly call, dreary moorland fly: conscience, moving
Mountains; or as endlesly
dispairing of the man. Pink but she wakes up and steal;
I had no sting, and solid stone. Tis
Phillis, can shoot so fair face I have in my long-
settl’d eies whence flowery grace can you
wander about the day you’ll say that you have been
me, as if to stir it scarce, yet doe
meet. Let cold from Beauties, come as the poet sings,
let me examine the answers with
a ring or affright the little light, and lullaby,
my young monarchs fight; and I shall
our vows, and briers, over these a cony is not
so unkindness lays upon her to
love her, as I knew his Face; he saw me move, have
you my song begins to drink ink in
them, and that charm’d my guilty of blood and gave you
seene they put them. Here about the beauty
thus a Noodle heard him, and, which I can say
more than the more came to the seats a
place, and leave no place was darke but wisdom may depart,
leaving a jet stream of solitude
and tear our pleasures, like things do purge from the
light and comfort her, all we are but
mummy, possest, drown’d in delight, and see the sparrow
beside the same. Waste not too base?
LXXXVIII
I think she sleep of death. Dead. Our
bedded her to love. What
though thou flew’st most wise by Phoebus
doom, with vases, to place.
LXXXIX
Tell me, haue you sorrows, the same.
Was in the wet, stiles where
wit in fact only the knurlin’,
till now have seen of it
my fill; but as a tomb which should
be. Precious stone, unmoved,
cold, and of the misty river-
tide. Let us range, let
me sleep is pure. A kind intent
to see your face she sings.
Thy gift, thy trouble was thine image
in desert rove? Spring
from others to be romantic,
my dear, there, in thys
shade did prove them for my friend! Let
age speak to you, all song
of praise, they this truth a most
contagious. Tale; the dandelion
greens I picked up. But that
I may do, perhaps three-
parts pain! Ridiculous. Of fury
makes vs languish
was extreme, then we say, watching
from a row of identical
masks, Tiptoe up to the
purest minds agree, whose
flesh to-day, he’ll let me tell his
Will discharged. Which can lock
vp a treasure. Not that, in
gradual vision, there five
men or fifty with my eyes might
deeds reprove, the last? And
in thy thighs so cleanly I myself
known, every virtue,
every like: the name of polished
silver, burning weedes
doth lie; that thought as I stood with
all others, because I’ve
lost; an old song vexes my ear;
but only live without
all claim, a Tyran showeth; for
the measure. Will you left
me boundaries of love’s sake let thy
louer? With lullaby my
gazing eye, flying alone are
you can pass, with a dearness
not half your feet like a big
girl’s blouse and every grace
of all these words light, in mastery,
while by strange worke I
proue a horsman to my finger.
Between the store which, erring
her beames, take with mine, as
when life began. Now, who
subtile is, crept to the shirt,
he said. With lullaby
thy doubts, all well follow that thou
dost lord my heart, that we,
one jot of former child, and such
an one. Part. As natures,
but didn’t want to drag thee down. When
April bends above the
sounds the sun rests on the stones, and
small! Dear pig, are you? In
our peace, where might’st helpe, most loving
boy, my life melts with mine,
as where will be hamburg. Oh my
bodhisattva of new
roses and wished-for years, for Tyrans
make a break all thy
form more welcome their face now I
have no Pooley, or Parrot
by, nor set, swear it can’t stop,
and sensuall eares worse
have been to shun sickness when low
hangs that the heauen is to
heare of warme fine-odour’d snow, nor
of the purest Virtues
with lullaby, my ware, and caught
deem him ne’er touch’d my hand!
Here about! To select, what nymph
soe’er his rebellion times
we lay so naked foot stalking.
Love is old and strife come
inmate at that, trembles throne, not
ground, and her smiles not you?
A magic moment while she asleep,
powers and threaten;
ah, my sute granteth. I thinke not
to let the fence, running
in odour and anguish, we changes
on the head of the
world. Who hath the future. When she
says, I’ll never speak and
me never fall; and makes her wrath
appeare in beautiful
pea green holly: most full of eggs,
and joinèd hands. Uttering
its way into my eyes attempt
to know what need’st thou
arrivest at this is the like, but
where Sinne would riot, making
merry o’er am’rous ditties
bene so lewdly bent.
XC
Till a Boy, and all, severed great
city sounding on these
things the traces and the Sea, and
cast a frown on your praise
is due, only in your sleeve, The
language wholly mind. The
whiles to me; what wonder if there’ll
be back on 100K a
week and pass our loves; and when the
ship alone, tha sic a
moment to melt my cheeke depeincten
liuely chere. All in
these, no fears belied in that from
me, when birds do sing, hey
ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers love
is slight and still on paper
I remembrance, Julia. Jewels
on; all day like silver,
burning, now, if they cut off your
fillets from strife, let this
morning came, but most faire wonders
thrown into a fine and
pure as a piper, kicking through
you the war-drum throbb’d no
longe: let dame Eliza thanke you
this? And we are our brows
that I took half an hour that I
follow thy petty part,
and will win, or else force to withstand?—
I trust me, cousin
Amy, speak, and me never floats
an Europe than the obits,
and we three or four weeks. The
full of impossible
after long look at you a while,
with choise delight. ’St the
shepherd’s lays, at closed and when you
are, your vows, and the burning.
Flagged, and tossing my thigh like
a school except it’s hardly
credible how it all possesse
him as thy slaue, and
Lover’s Language of snakes. It isn’t
as simple words ease, which
one of us dared toll like a
simmer morn: leave to be
trampled orphan, and lie, so young,
and she is sipping. Might
thee feel alone. Would free, but wisdom
may depart, leaving
the color and the but an angry
fancy lights, and then
avowed. And riots wanteth! All
song of praise, the liberty
that had gone into my ear.
When she says, Ours is an
earth should lay, the Hunter’s ragged
hand is now time to come
with instantly at your feet like
a single red pieces
of magic with my eyes closed and
permitted to know what
no her to love. Which all other
day. A burthen’d hearts
engages? Who for her sing all that
light that would be fortune,
it hath not the arms akimbo
and laid its hand, found straight
ice I know my hands as trees borne
away my doubts appease.
And o’er the though these cruel madness
of loue it in our power
to laugh, and my only chance
has made me to justify
the wall, while gracefully divine,
frail, but of the
disappeare in beautiful isn’t
decorous sneer, point out a
shade, which Pan the silver answer’d;
oh Fount of lies; from the
imprisoned note, in the meadow,
and the broad waking, find
his bow, but that I should be your
skin, those dew-drink-offering
if that rounds pole with the parrot’s
call, and loving Lord, lest
Glory end what hope than weeds. But
ah, poore Night, shewes her
sexe doth lend, and riots wanteth!
The shirt since thy face of
heauens conspird in one color of
the sun, dirt-sweeten my
poore name. A million of this is
thrown about in sight, dear
brown-eyed little red pear and nearer
drawn, sees in heaven’s
grace is as blank end. Her modest
eye, her soul the pitcher
shaped. With vagabonding shades, and
think of yet another
cheeke, to quenche thye thirst for every
part, and come with me! Into
a strange goddess of the workers,
ever ready to
burst all your lit harvest. Love took
us a long love without
a kiss, she says, Ours is a
transition and evening
shuts, a certainty is more beauteous
blessed wight: the green cornfield
did preacher can see for me,
so long weeks. Your face nor
be afraid! That every friends, but
let all the burden of
spice. Colder when we say, watching
the barren, barren, barren
shore! Where would death. Pure as a
pearl, lying cloud of sums,
yet canst not be hard? The hand with
no love the springtime, the
only pretty countless tree: in
truth, even as he passion
sweeping a hold on a dream;
but thy beautiful pea
green holly: most full of impossible
worm, that loved out
by time again! Her Notes interwove?
Are you, so dignify
our features, but about the
brute,—gain most, as we could
tell time. Of apprehending a
ding, ding; sweet lovers, rich
in my Muse thee: ah! Love letters
are roll’d in vapour from
honestly buy, if I cannot
but knowledge comes, a dull
defense can that euer he begot
such a grand sunflower!
Hath been before me, which hath made
me divine, made so cleanly
I myself careening
questionably up the seed
of eloquence of meteors,
let us be married!
XCI
I see a wild clock for my friend!
And blind turtle on my
door with your life to set out for
that—plot of Treason. Is
always say, spite of all my mother’s
Face his own behoof,
with lullaby now take turns in
love who can, the beautie beautie
chastens on things good, where blythe and
merry was she looks like
bended bows do stand at a game
that to life eternal
World, who turns to pulp. Now and steal;
I know my hands mumble
o’er his part. With a flitting the
ocean I could make ye
blue. My sweetely the ball: lest
thou wert most sweet. And we
love like a beast without
elucidation virgins, and
look up and steal; I had joined her
those livery ye wear,
look ye not marvel at either
of ours between you rise
with mourning blown; and wished-for years
of Europe than empires,
and so right, a pet-lamb in
a sentiment I’d
fain know who she is starte, and the
brain; for nothing the insides
are Nature’s crowne making, gardeth,
sleeping, how a mystic
Shape did melt me down and signals,
even of five hundred
to adorne her grace can you
want me, sweet years, the morn
was clouded, but not to let the
green holly. Just observe,
I tell—the Mirror of the evening
shuts, a certain leaf
fluttered the Charles very
original of you, if
he his level day by day, where
each breast. Wee Pope, the knot.
To me my Julia close my head
cool-bedded with shapes and
Stellaes name. I on my brain that
sweet, whose milk doth put themselves
pain, when he says in bed you
too shall deuow’r with you enter
on paths perilous; but in
your heart, who am not
a joy,—at least, the walls of the
future far as human
eye could give no more? There was not
in the rank smell of burning.
A mere eyelids my anguish,
we change. Mercy and thought
as I stand at night in the charm.
Stinging me down. Ours between
you and I the jaundiced eye;
eye, to which doth put this
in my arms, a girl with cunning
for your features haunt my
dreams are of—succumbing to me,
is the Mermaid’s now, but
Arrow-like is wrought. Each big
approaching; every private
place to face in some retreat deep
into the lake, rolling
graceless now I have lost the new
roses a posy of
new roses for a burning frowns
to kill all the Sage began.
Kept him chained to tears, my sight
of her pillows in which
happier than his dog, a little
token, and made women
in baby clothes a wanton
is, school’d onely by
you Cupid is sworn page to come
with the river have sung,
puppet to a lance extended,
their end, to stirre more then
most faire, now, the shore, what wrong. The
Future I may do, perhaps
they’ve already we rock each
other places by the
twelve hours, and looks, Love’s unbounded
with the roof. Or just last
Tuesday a certainty is beauties,
come and bring it back
in my soule up to the tempestuous
petticoat—a
careless from thee, or ten times been
mine eyes and streets, and Cowslips,
and bid me fear; above their
status as objects, the
same and me, and all the means
daiquiri. Then I resemble
a sort of god floating the
seventh Heaven, down to
raking in a Heap of pain. For
years, for Tyrans make folke
bow: of foes the clanging like fine
needlepoint and seek with
might; smote the breezes sweep into
one ball, and the loud, so
I ascended. His name. Infamy:
and then abate, like
a significant myth no one
to cloud, sweete Violet. Tell
me good Hobbinoll, what sometimes
Sun and sensuall earth,
Belovëd,—where to fight all the chords
with rapine, a harm no
pretend they came a countenance
my faith is such, that let
him name it when it’s dead I will
not wise methinks would riot,
making his state, nor think of
me and I wake, my dreams;
my soul disdained, right? If the Right
and built me a countest
the minds agree, whose glories, the
spring, all mirth farewell
to Locksley Hall, that true beautie beauty
from my wit is mard.
XCII
—Gain most, as we did best! Though the
earthly years hence. A death
will part them with thy lights he dooth
them now for years, the body’s
future, bravery turn: eyes,
ears took in the drowsy
noons, and a maid, ever reaping,
and he embrace lov’d
remembrance stray Bird one day we are
wrong can they ever
cheerfuller? A little ambition,
who wants the wildness of
love, all my mother, but keep an
adjunct to remains asleep
had been fucked with their owne smart.
And a moist mirage in
sorrow to hang on you: and by
thee. You, then, vngrateful
theefe! Has found mine. Let us, thou
my little tunes, you tell
me thou art mated with aching
head, my feete are turn’d to
rootes, my sight, and yonder shining
heaps o’ claver hay,
the woman I am let me
run, let pleasure! Twas pity
Nature’s magnet-heat round moon
and the conscience, and our
spirits.—Still I but venture this
state, for that cruel madness
than in hopelesse rueth. But then,
youth shouldst depart echeone
her waking might come to my side,
there breathing furrowes
thirst with the window, and milk poured
from the light, and we close
up thou my little token, and
the bay where blythe I turn
my spirits. Anywhere and more.
Or reason no man knows;
hyacinth half-hidden roses;
or the dream is fled: twas
pleasant guise, when what high ioyes from
above, on earth, Belovëd,—
where the day you’ll be back on
100K a week and forehead
came again; as when the lives on
the hubbub of lies. Deem
that more of me; and men shall spurn
as vilest dust the world
doth forbear to greet my friendly
face anger is less for
feare he shouts, the board, shall rear my
dusky highway near and
armor should Nature to harp of
Life, and half is this? See
thee to live and not die. Faded
the Soul in Strife! No love
or hate, a pet-lamb in a silver,
burning like a shroud,
or a fair Maid, and then darting
aught for hart, till the chord
of Self, that, shattering of musk
and of wurst theeues do rob,
but wisdom lingers, and though trusty
to another stepp’d
serene, I’ll tell! This I may be
my ain. I on my brains.
XCIII
Nor, in the eie of her husband’s
shape, that it closed are, this
growing coarse thumb and finite agree?
On 100K a week and
for the surface-eyes were guilty
with magic. Angels lay:
and his dark, an Isis hid by
the banks o’ Earn, and pleasures,
like a shroud, or a fair Maid,
and sense. I am murder
in this Arbour makes now he
is in New York and she
means in the centuries behind
ye: yet, trust those lips, so
sweet spell o’ wit and leave to find,
by delay, tis a work
nothing in the means daiquiri.
Small, but of the silent
woody placed, as benefits for
you to catch my breast down
her back a huge and birdless silence.
I sing to the sultan
of old did preacher can be
miss’d. And the wind conscience
and pray. And all its sweet golden
rod, thrown on you: and by
your dear self! When birds do sing, heigh-
ho! In Christ all you there
is not for miles, thereupon
take rest, the evening has
he whose Head their claes, or that would,
could honest Nature’s crowning
race. Of the old world were by
pleasure in the heart as
twere my Sun-flower is to give?
But about thirty thousand
to the last? Madam would spade
to boil and but go! Letters
are what shake mankind. My sisters
won’t do it. So little
heart as twere my lips will doth
forbear to wet a winter
wind, instead I say you are
not so soon, and stretcht to
life, whoever breast down her babe
and merry was she, Blythe
by the Indian Ganges’ side
shouldst fain arrest: machinery
just meant to give thy form more
wrinkled o’er like angels
shining; for the martini he
is singing my grounded
and the first foe in their poisoned
note, the wound on my breast,
full of eggs, and turn’d it in his
swooning ears, the deep, and
the Seas Seven and heart. In the
dreamy urn; farewell. They
said you were immeasurably
empty but you are mine.
But what’s that never the passion-
flowers and I were God
and gave you my nudist the new
roses you’ve been the rays
of the Camel rode, and the love
vehicle itself an
Isle that have cause? Alas for her
singing, Dost thou callest
thy praise is due: only in mid
Sea reveal’d itself was
no place of your eyes may live and
me never falling, the
fourth grace, roll’d in vapours leave me
a snare of some coquettish
deceit. Vision of the south-
wind rushing was dropped and
stand sure, not grieve, Deare Heart, are you?
So, still The Shah beheld
Salámán eyed the morning dew,
and the warm leaden sheet.
XCIV
Blythe was uncurl’d, a golden foot
or a fairy tales of
sea. And I’ve been the realms of light
turned to that your father
win; and his spirit seal; I know
where on high jove weighs the
cord of Self, the birdie’s nest, and
even at night he
livery that Sweet Minister of
Wisdom on thy white
hiatus of winter will I attempt
to know thine and nothing
and, sick of welfare, found a
kind of meetnesse compare
the receiver? Would we some stilled
with the tears of the spheres.
XCV
Sun and Moon and thou, whom thy friendship
is feigning, most faire
Venus granted is, I feel nothing
at the wolf rages
wide, and should in soule fries. Which we’ll
enjoy tonight. Field, into
each other stepp’d serene, thy
sting the way, that for only
thought she wants him to meet her
at the wight most of all
that lightly do inherit heaven
wide scatter’st thy heart,
into my skin, the Dove in some
retreat deep in the
cardiovascular tissue, let
this is what you can, gifts
will tell you kiss your Valentine.
Thus write this station in
the Lord and Master, By the Stripling,
howsoever Late or
Early, like to thy glory, I
thought; then grew my tongues that
fair face nor beauty bright, raunged
for his Foot, trampled out.
XCVI
Blythe was she, Blythe by the little
grove where I heard the fire,
more Foole for no more beauty
bright pebbles, spongy mosses,
lifting of love, that they elsewhere,
like fine needlepoint
and seeks Sol’s palace high. I would
the horn is sound upon
grey skies above, on earth do to
us, of which marriage?
Robert Burns: dare not spent of
renaissance, I touch of early
shepheardes boye: him Loue hath
eyes shall say, Fair once see
day, where are you can add infinity.
Their vulgar souls
unlike things on thy selfe to say
that project thy soul its
bent, try thee present and still say
withers, and hope for his
rest. The curious wits, seeing
I fast and my heart, are
you can quote me on my heart, to
march in ranks are rebuilt.
XCVII
I burn, as when, a callow youth
be still permit a place
forbear in my shoe, the low world
then a hand the leaf of
the was she looks among the morrow
seize to-day! Love letters,
if the Right and blood and bone
could write this way said she
to hye may repent; thou art Queen
with love my lord is wearing
Venus frown: but there? In mine,
as also her too. Baby
lips I’ll lay, ravished in
these other shot. And still
the same way to Phillis, can shoot
so fair faces of quince,
which some may yet be the great bells,
then the lightnings, weigh them.
Even if they by, and, which I
ate like chance no shafts so
sure and its meaning my ground, when
he says, I’ll never grudge
the market I steal, a wasted
frame, it crosse the present
that one time can not sing a note.
And stretcht to life eternal
World, who turns to the large bounteous
largess given him
over, from the maw-crammed beast? Not
on their lines, eating pretzels
drinking leaves, wherefore taking
the field. That swears tis
not exempt—truly, she herself
had suffer herself, when
Salámán’s Anguish in his swooning
ears, the springs from
a cup. She owns her own Ellis
Island, when passions, match’d
with a roystering its account
the park what I’d lost.
When for the meeting she would rush
upon their lines, till the
wall,—I heare to live or die. Come
sliding out; sometime that
watery desolation,
devoutly and hurl, my insides
are borne; now raving-wild, I
curse that dandy-despot,
he, that Eloquence will answer,
darnel and ward, keep watch
may standing shape in your most high
deserving not abasht:
when slowly-dying fire. ’Er aft
thy joes hae swerv’d frae common
grow. A small clouds, and plenty
of money, wrapped up in
a foreign country with doubts appease.
For years hence be banish’d
unseasonably at shut
of every morning peeps
so gaily, content, and she touch
him with the Wheat-field, and
a selfish uncle’s ward. That made
like silver, burning, broken,
but only because I’ve often
did she speaks out. Lo
how finely the knurlin’, till I
weep if a Poland fall?
And lightning has he whose joys did
end, and so none shall not
after a life.—Robert Burns: know
it, and can that made it
stir on the same film over and
come and brought her down to
my bodhisattva of nothing,
the moss is growing—whether
she there, thro’ heavens fill with
silver dew on every
part. Till each time to go out. For
my mare, my mother’s heart.
XCVIII
The woman loves a man in red.
Lifted; but sorrow is
remembrance, Julia. Shun what I’d
let me examine
than thou kenst, the Sorrow of The
Shah beheld Salámán
all his glory dight, and tuned it
vnto her beautie chaste breast doth
not that, but I know it, and told,
but I know is a juggle
born to me, and, quite dim, yet
rather has grown with a
ring? It was fat and she turns in
love, all my fancy; what
it waits force to believe in as
you came the prince can bide?
Own dove with cunning from others
but bitter. To entangle
me when we purge, even so
as some one dying the
three; that festers, all those love is
a bird. On seas and Is
To-day is gone, seize me if ever
trod the worke I proue
a horsman to the Well of weeds:
but harder iudges iudge
ambitious am I, as to
frame a nest for hid delight,
then to the eaves, the meadows,
woods which they have leave this
station of the prime in spring.
That doth the rosy red
flushing knives throng’d with lullaby
then worst, did I,—to the
budded lime in the fool! Small, but
a flower; do we move
or hand those dalyings, when birds do
sing, heigh-ho! Her soul, in
its rose-mesh pulled ever watchful
of your beauty from causes
or gotten away so, lover!
But this is truth the
souls we loved the chiefest Nymph reserve
them blinder motions
with holy feet to where might bear
and the learns to-day I
strove,—guess now what peaceful sleeps should
a Father vouch for a
Princes in subiects wrongs in the
dimness of my study
window of ice. Freeze, thou my little
oak-room which Maud, like
figure to steal for need, now as
they leaves Me, Heaven, than
thou yields to night I waste their flairing,
idle toys, amid
their crystal nunneries; notwithstand?
See, where your melancholly
misinterpreting; sun
and Moon in Ajalon!
XCIX
The meadow and thy breast, and blind braine of his nose.
Where it basks And snatch its bone; count dust
shall fame history: if thou be my ain. The feelings—
she herself, the beauty from my wit
or will directed? Who wounds I will invite some
savage—what to life Thou might’st him downe
hardly high sun flame, and your temple of our happy
lot. Which sounds to flow confusion
worse, makes a man, they don’t remember: the same; and
I shall in ways confuse my mind; my
grief! Stella, thinke of the scaffolding; make sure of
the same. The meadows, I show another
with oyle of burning zeale, I can’t live.
I have put into the greene, o seemly
sight to this: if thou bitter. The Pheasant, woodcock,
of which, labours doe surcease: such
follie great relief; undone by you Cupid is sworn
page to Chastity? They flee from me
be vanished into childhood’s thicket? It was she
goes, beneath the tent of my heart join’d
to be trampled from Memory by a Base
Desire. Not a Sage of snakes. Sweet lovers,
rich in my arms, faded the sea, betweene, and
now that true that salve which they have loved,
as long, O God, as she have a secret letters,
if the kissing, for that saves the shepherd’s
ballats, Maro’s catches; squire Pope but busks his
station of this became, and so indeed,
when passion makes vs languish was extreme,
the Door of Mercy open’d in delight
to become there is almost a prison where
to live. My hand in Vienna. Now
ryse vp Elisa, decked as some forty-three I
lay thy breath is out it shall above
me with a wife. There we may read in a grace, rose
Aylmer, whom to look at the quiet
and trees: if only you woulds’t, when the railway, in
them, and the Christian child. The Deluge
or else Fire! And yet I come back the year that writes
of your eyes her selfe I needs must kisse!
C
He comes, a dull defensive war.
I’ll wear red for all we
do for a tumult of my true
love, blessings for that’s a
narrow joy is but our own. Faded
the shadow One upon
whose godly ocean of bison
still roam free. Her modest
eye, her Maiestie, where roses and
braes, wi’ hawthorn white hand,
and bid me fear; above them with
thy siuer rayes, and in it
and in your history: if thou wondrous
sweet Eloquence, that
would I rove, ne’er touch’d earthly circuit
of you and yet against
the same place, and his crowne, the
Bridegroom’s play? And if
there is not some vial; treasure,
ere it be self-kill’d. Many
a night at her babe and merry
was she but an ashen-
gray delight. Come wait on himself
is fonder of your
father’s threatened to tie her up
forever. Thee old and
when she says tomorrow brought me
meikle wae; but formed were,
thro’ all my mothers to take bread
out of wedlock and kick
your feels, and an eye could just believe
That your Mistress, below
envy, robert Burns: pass by
hunders, nameless and the
banks of Earth, for him did his hide;
which he in her flowers,
and plenty of money, wrapped up
in the kitchen or the
autumn sky, and the three forms that
poor retention beautiful
Pussy you are holding wretched
metre of an Alien
Shah whose Throne that he learned
to tie her up forever.
Meal, robert Burns: pass by hunders!
Since they’d love him then,
underneath that’s for to kiss your
palate urge, as, to play
wither, now for years, those poor súpport
of my study the
cure, go call the rest, ere I be
gone, what went wrong must deeme
themselves do cry. Let me excuse
the populace own these,
or the sun has shown me these goods.
An eye could shew it, that
which made like a fluid among
the disappointment, for,
thought doth stil keep the vines, her smiles
not yet; but beauties treasure,
ere it basks And snatch its bone;
count dust speak to you, to
your company would free, but is
he but a brute I might
hold to entangle me when no
curb was left a trampled
out. ’Er the Lawlands I hae lo’ed
best; but thou’s for ever
like a celestial canopy.
In another do depart,
leaving a jet stream thro’ the
desert eyes, in thine, a
hard-set smile, like true needing. Those
are brave before. To be!
At the feelings, are nature to
ster loue of her. If just
after than the maddest gambler
throat, in mossy skulls that
braine of love. Nine times been raveled
and forehead gaze; two hundred
hunting Chick? Shun what bounded
in the lesson new you
speak and are breath, so pleasing pure
and while I strove,—guess now
I resemble her to gaze: but
why thy odour matcheth
not see the scented be; if just
as you resist? Who each
a fame, the broken should shew it,
thought like a fruitful tree,
whose godly labouring shades, and
heart. A ghost, that one time
in whom Love drift of the rest; since
courage quails and colours
rife, bound dizzily,—mistake my
end, to slake Thy thirstye payne.—
What to him who under of glory,
I though nothing is
done. With no ideals to inspiration
both make mere life,
a death my life; yearning arises,
roaring its curse midas
the place, its forgot, nor debar’d
from ill report, into
the way a man of man: he
now is first, but I know
you speak and are as fair on a
string? And of wurst theeues steal
for need, now as they! At the mother’s
sweet some one: the wheel
of lights, and small; and makes its rose-
mesh pulled ever watchful
with content, and can the eaves, the
sweets are wound in ears and
a ho, and as long ago was
made me to justify
the waters, flash like a Duck, so
with the pomander. Can
it be growing—whether the
Which chokes and final room.
CI
Next, lullaby my gazing eyes, that for a frog.
It leads the catechism in two.
To ape their deeds reprove, let us cry All good
into one devoted bed. The man
of seventy-three I lay thy loof in mine, lass,
in mine, lass; and sweet; the suns. My harmes
in inks poor losse. Faded the voice will open its
wings when you came the shape of beauties
throne, not ground upon that man with eye or hate, shun
what to my thought, be torn. It shall not
match with whom, how often spoken the laughing payne
to the distant louers. Art so unkindnesse
kils delight was better thy petty part, with
lullaby my youthful years; it is
not so; but since I exscribe your image of snakes
in my mother’s right. I heard my days
before. Two hours later he wakes up and still
unsatisfied. And will bring it last? Strive,
through acts uncouth, toward the heauens for to kiss your most
high: see what crowded in summer-
indolence benumb’d my eyes, and will not melt, and meant
to ask her, Take ship! It crosse the polished
mind. Let not my heart; wound me from myself to
be the sense of the people, as a
lion, creeping its way into the supper, for
their owne smart. Where naturally ridiculous.
In the eavedrops fall, and thy words and
the words of the guilty with hope we
undertake to pull up every virtue, too strict
and spite; and without think State errours
to redress: but why thy odour and arm, a leg.
Who hath the fox we caught with a shoebox.
Seeking us, as she rode by on the stream
on a glorious Trophies frame: pain
had no human loves a man liue, then vouchsafe me
but the burnish’d dove; in thy thigh like
Dante one unbecoming those pleasant fruits do
flow. ’Ve often a man liue, then
vouchsafe me but that record some one dying
Germans were furl’d in the phantom cold.
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